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The Moros call their cannon “lantacars” 
and one of these, as swung for use just in- 
side the walls of a Moro fort is exhibited 
in Fig. 9. The -Lantacar is of brass or 
bronze and has a small bore. Usually a 
round ball of iron or brass is fired. Some- 
times, the projectiles are stones, bits of 
metal, glass and the like. Moro gunners 
have to swing the point of the gun to get 
the required aim and steady the arm while 
it is discharged. The aim is seldom sure, 
but in every action some one would get 
hit by discharges from these guns. 
The Moros use our shells, Spanish shells 
and shells of all kinds over and over. 
Fig. 10 is one of our cartridges. If the 
Moro finds one too small to fit his piece he 
winds the cylinder with cordage, and this 
serves to hold the cartridge in place in his 

RECREATION. 
shot gun barrel. Most of the homemade 
slugs of the Moro are stubby, as shown in 
Fig. 11. All are bad things to get hit with. 
One of the moulds that I found in Fort 
Binidlan after it was captured is shown in 
Fig, 12. One of the bronze-like balls cast 
in it is shown in Fig. 14. There is a prom- 
inent ridge about it, where the sides of the 
mould join. Fig. 15 is one of the tube 
bamboo ammunition cartridges. The na- 
tives use our shrapnel against us in a 
fight. They did that at Pandapatan and at 
Poalus. The cut shows the cartridge di- 
vided: the powder, held in by _ grass 
wads. Then the metal balls are put in, 
and wadded with grass as shown. This 
makes the missile ready for use in the lan- 
tacar. 
The Moros are great on armor. Fig. 
16 is one of the styles of metal helmets 
used by Sultans or Dattos. Wood helmets 
are also seen. The shoulders, chest and 
much of the body are protected by armor 
of deer horn or leather, made by linking 
pieces, as in Fig, 17. This of course pro- 
tects only against knives and spears. Chain 
armor is used, claimed to be bullet proof, 
though I do not believe it is. 

AUTOMATIC GUNMAKERS. 
Wherever I have been since October last, 
I have encountered the man with dog and 
gun. I bumped up against brother sports- 
men until they drove me plumb crazy and 
until at the first opportunity I, too, slid out 
for a vacation. 
I got mighty few birds, but had a few 
glorious days out of doors, and, after all, 
that is the chief pleasure and benefit de- 
rived from such trips. Incidentally I tacked 
up some L. A. S. posters and picked up 2 
applications for membership. 
Whenever and wherever I meet a man, or 
a party of men carrying guns and wearing 
shooting jackets, I proceed at once to get 
next. I can’t help it, I am built that way. 
We talk about birds, guns and ammunition, 
each man defending his own preference and 
possibly all hands getting some benefit from 
the discussion. 
Among other topics, we have talked about 
the newfangled automatic shot gun. Me- 
chanically, this gun may be a success; com- 
mercially, I doubt if it will be. Certainly 
it ought not to be; and if comments forcibly 
expressed by numerous sportsmen may be 
taken as samples of opinion in general the 
automatic will not be a seller to any great 
extent. I do not remember having heard 
anything else so universally condemned, and 
I have not heard one word in its defense. 
No real sportsman would be guilty of using 
such a gun, and its sale or use ought to be 
prohibited by statute throughout the United 
States. 
