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FORES T AND S T R E A M 
.250-3000 Savage Rifle, take 
down model. .22-inch ta- 
pered round barrel with 
integral sight base. 
Checked extra full pistol 
grip and forearm, checked 
trigger. Corrugated steel 
shotgun buttplate. Com- 
mercial silver bead front 
and flat - topped wind- 
gauge sporting rear sights. 
Weight about 7 lbs. 
Charles Cottar’s Score 
with the 
.250-3000 Savage 
on Lion — 100% 
Do you \now how many hunters are failed or mauled by 
lions every year 1 Do you realize that the lion is the 
African travellers’ and hunters’ greatest peril? 
Listen to what Mr. Cottar says about what the little 
.2503000 Savage does to the \ing of beasts : — 
“On lions and leopards — I have shot a score of the 
two species with the .250, and some of them at less 
than a rod distance — not one escaped that was hit.” 
The power of the .2503000 Savage mafas lions as easy as 
leopards to the man who has used it on both. And he has failed 
rhino, hippo, buffalo and elephant with it. Do you wonder that 
he finds it the most generally useful rifle for African hunting? 
And don’t forget that it’s a six'shot repeater that 
weighs only seven pounds — that it has a point'blan\ range 
of over 300 yards — that it is accurate enough to ma\e pos' 
sibles at 8 co yards — and that it hardly fac\s at all. 
You can see it — handle it — buy it — at your dealers. 
For particulars, write us. 
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Sharon, Pa. UTICA, N. Y. Detroit, Mich. 
Executive and Export Offices : 50 Church Street, New York City 
A BEAR HUNT ON THE 
CLEARWATER 
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that makes regular trips from Wrangell 
to Telegraph Creek, was due to come 
down stream. We concluded that it was 
wiser to wait for it to take us to 
Wrangell than face the wind and rain 
in an open boat. Therefore, our outfit 
was assembled on the bank of the river 
and we waited. 
The Black Bear 
W HILE waiting I was, merely for 
pastime and for the sake of such 
practice as there was in it, point- 
ing my rifle at various objects on the 
opposite side of the river and I remarked 
that if a bear would only show up on 
the other side of the river how I would 
kill him. In line with my aim, a black 
spot among the bushes attracted my at- 
tention. I looked at it through my field 
glasses, which I always carry hung by a 
strap around my neck. 
The black spot proved to be a bear. I 
took careful aim, for the distance was 
about two hundred and twenty-five 
yards. Without the glasses, all that 
could be seen of the bear was a dark 
spot among the bushes. I fired and in- 
stantly the bear showed plainly that he 
was hit. He dragged himself behind a 
log where he remained for some mo- 
ments. Occasionally a small part of his 
body was visible as he moved behind the 
log. A second shot was fired when 
enough of him was seen to make it worth 
while. Thereupon he started up the hill 
through the bushes. Two more shots 
were taken without apparent result. 
Then we took to the canoe and crossed 
the river after him. A trail of blood 
leading from where he had fallen by the 
log indicated that he could not go far. 
We did not follow more than a hundred 
yards before we found him practically 
all in. Another shot finished him in a 
hurry. We dragged him to the shore 
and took him across the river in the 
canoe. He was skinned and the hide 
ready for the little boat by the time it 
reached us. An examination disclosed 
that four of the five bullets had taken 
effect, although only two of them were 
necessarily fatal, the first and the last. 
Captain Conover 
M Y hunts in this region have resulted 
, in more than my share of success. 
In 1918 I killed the only glacier 
uear ever killed in that locality. Its 
euat is as handsome a bear-skin trophy 
.. o adorns the home of any hunter. And 
tms year to kill the largest grizzly ever 
Killed by a dude hunter in the same re 
gion, and one probably as large as any 
that has ever been killed there, can only 
be explained on the score of luck. This 
luck is entirely attributed to the skill, 
industry and good judgment of Arthur 
B. Conover. He works on the principle 
that our vigilance is the price of sue 
cess; that genius is perspiration, and he 
never for a moment relaxed his vigilance 
nor would he permit me to relax mine. 
While daylight lasted he kept me alert 
and hunting. Some nights it was eleven 
o’clock before we turned in for sleep. 
While moving up or down the river we 
