He’s 
Charging- 
Slop Him! 
H ERE he comes — six hundred pounds. 
of wounded, raving, fighting grizzly! 
Wicked, pointed head stretched out evil 
little pig eyes glaring hate — long yellow 
tusks snapping in bloody foam high shoul- 
ders rocking with effort as they drive the 
ten-inch hooked chisels of claws ripping 
through the moss — smash through the 
witch-hopples, here he comes! 
Easy does it — take your time! The little 
.250-3000 Savage rises easily, smoothly, 
into line. Squeezing the pistol-grip-face 
frozen against the stock — seeing both sights 
— following that slavering chin with the 
bead — holding your breath and shutting 
downsteadily withyourtrigger finger. Bang! 
Fingers racing, before the echo of the 
shot you’re reloaded and ready again. But 
he’s down. Crumpled end over end in his 
stride. That vicious little .87 grain pointed 
bullet, traveling 3000 feet per second, 
smashed through his jaw, shivered his neck 
vertebrae to splinters, and splashed them 
through his lungs. Never knew what 
struck him — dead when he hit the ground! 
Only seven pounds of rifle — the .250-3000 
Savage. Six shots — in two'seconds, if you need 
them that fast — and each of them with a gilt-edge 
target accuracy that would hit the 800 yard mili- 
tary bullseye, a^d punch enough to slam through 
half-inch steel boiler-plate at a hundred yards. 
Solid breech hammerless, with checked extra-full 
pistol-grip and forearm and corrugated steel shot- 
gun buttplate and trigger. See it at your dealer’s 
. — he can supply it. For complete description, 
January, 1920 
I fished the historic streams of the Lick- 
ing, Elkhorn, Kentucky, and occasionally 
the Rockcastle and Cumberland rivers. 
Mr. David M. Snyder, a druggist in 
town, and a son of George Synder, the 
inventor of the Kentucky multiplying 
reel, loaned me his father’s favorite reel 
until I could have one made at Frank- 
fort. I was now fairly well equipped 
with tackle for both fly-fishing and bait- 
fishing. Wading the streams just men- 
tioned, in the shade of elms, maples and 
sycamore, it was my good fortune and 
great pleasure to enjoy some of the fin- 
est black bass fishing to be found in all 
this broad land of ours. 
The streams were rocky, with a never- 
ending succession of riffles, pools and 
still reaches as they went racing and 
circling around wooded cliffs adorned 
with the ornate tints of sumach, red- 
bud and dogwood ; went meandering 
through pastoral scenes of meadow land 
and broad fields of waving grain and 
tasseled corn; and went gliding along 
the grassy banks clothed with sedges, 
ferns and nodding wild flowers. And 
so, ever onward, purling and gurgling 
over the riffles, murmuring and singing 
in the white water of miniature cas- 
cades, sliding over ledges and whirling 
in the eddies as they went merrily on 
toward the sea, carrying messages of 
peace and good will yet to come to a 
distraught nation. 
And so whenever fortune favored me 
I fished and dreamed and wondered. 
And the struggles of a hooked fish 
brought to my mind, somehow, the 
struggles of a misguided nation and a 
distracted people battling with each 
other at the behest of a few ambitious 
and selfish marplots and unscrupulous 
politicians. And I thought of my old 
comrades, Johnnie and Andrew and 
Robert and myself fishing on the 
Patapsco, in sight of Old Glory proudly 
waving over the battlements of Fort 
McHenry, and of the wondrous peace and 
contentment of those happy days. And 
then with the whirligig of time the scene 
changes and I beheld Johnnie and An- 
drew bravely following a strange flag, 
while Robert was a captain in the army 
of the Union. 
Then I would attend to my fishing 
more zealously, and at the next success- 
ful cast I would concentrate my mind 
and confine my efforts to the matter in 
hand— a fair fight and a bloodless vic- 
tory. 
— 
write us. 
Savage Arms Corporation 
SHARON, PA. UTICA, N. Y. DETROIT, MICH. 
Executive and Export Offices, 50 Church Street, N. Y. C 
The Rifle 
.250-8000 Savage Rifle, take down model. 22-inch tapered 
round barrel with integral sight base. Checked extra- 
full pistol-grip and forearm, checked trigger. Corru- 
gated steel shotgun buttplate. Commercial silver bead 
front and flat-topped windgauge sporting rear sights. 
Weight about 7 lbs. 
MEMBERS OF AFRICAN EXPEDI- 
TION KILLED 
W ORD has just been received from 
the Belgian Congo that William 
Stowell and Joseph R. Armstrong, mem- 
bers of the Smithsonian Institution — 
Universal Film Co. expedition were 
killed in a railroad wreck and that sev- 
eral other members were badly injured. 
The expedition, which sailed from New 
York last July was headed by Edmund 
Heller, one of the Governors of Forest 
and Stream, and was sent out for the 
purpose of collecting and photographing 
the wild life of the dark continent. No 
particulars of the sad accident have as 
yet reached this country. 
