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FOREST AND STREAM 
September, 1920 
HE’S CHARGING— STOP 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 down steadily with your 
trigger-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 .67 grain pointed bullet, traveling 3,000 feet per 
second, smashed through his jaw, shivered his neck vertebra to splin- 
ters, 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 will hit an 800 yard military bullseye, 
and punch enough to slam through half-inch steel boiler-plate at a 
hundred yards. Now supplied in both Lever and Bolt action, with 
checked extra-full pistol-grip and forearm and corrugated steel shot- 
gun butt-plate and trigger. See either one at your dealer’s— he can 
supply them or write Dept. I-x for complete description. 
SakageArms Corporation 
SHARON, PA. UTICA, N. V. CHICOPEE FALLS, MASS. 
Executive and Export Offices: 50 Church St., N. Y. C. 
Owners and Operators of 
J. STEVENS ARMS COMPANY 
Chicopee Falls, Mass. 
.250-3000 Savage Rifle, take down model. 
22-inch tapered round barrel with integral 
sight base. Checked extra-full pistol grip 
and forearm, check trigger. Corrugated 
steel shotgun buttplate. Commercial silver 
bead front and flat-topped windgauge sport- 
ing rear sights. Weight about 7 lbs. 
that heavy canoe out of the water. Wild 
excitement seized us and drove us thrill- 
ing to the chase. 
We managed to turn her to some ex- 
tent, so the race ran diagonally toward 
a headland. We dug at the paddles, the 
mate made frantic efforts to replace the 
wet paper; and all of us worked like 
madmen in the dark. 
Now I found that a moose in clear 
water can swim faster than one man can 
paddle, but not so fast as two men, pro- 
vided the canoe is unloaded. But here 
we had four in the canoe, and only two 
paddlers. They were handicapped to the 
extent of a three-hundred pound load, yet 
they gained for a time, and that moose, 
shining m the beams of the searchlight, 
did some glorious swimming. Her power- 
ful muscles bulged, her long ears strained 
till they were stiff as a jackrabbit’s at 
attention. The water fairly boiled in her 
wake. We were right on her. Every 
hair and bristle clear cut. I could reach 
out and touch her with the camera. I 
could even see the bubbles rise from her 
powerful strokes as she surged forward. 
Camera levelled, we raced on, madly call- 
ing for the flash. But it was not to be. 
The moose made hard bottom at the end 
of the headland, then with a mighty surge 
and splash she leaped the barrier of 
deadwood and low alder, — to disappear in 
the silent black grottoes of the forest. 
T HAT moose never made the slightest 
grunt or bellow or squeal. She raced 
in silence, and she made no outcry 
even after she had landed. Whatever 
troubles she thought she had, she bore _ 
in silence, thus showing up another in- 
teresting thing, — these big game folk are 
as individual in their action as human 
beings, — almost. It does not follow that 
because one does a certain thing, the 
others will do it. 
And of this we had another interesting 
sample right away. 
Turning the light inboard, we fixed the 
gear and made ready once more. Then 
we headed through the runway at the up- 
per end of the lake and into First Bath- 
urst. As we rounded the head of the run 
we heard the moose noise, but this time 
right along the shore. 
Slowly we crept up in the silence of 
midnight. This moose was walking in 
the shallows, and on hard bottom, for we 
could hear the rattle of hoofs on the cob- 
bles. Thus we crept on till the signal 
came for the searchlight. Then a curious 
scene was revealed, — a young bull with 
nubbin horns in velvet was nuzzling the 
shallow water and raising his head from 
time to time, to watch 'us. 
He heard us, that was plain. Yet no 
scent had come to him. And when the 
glaring light fell on him we could see the 
shine of his eyes and his every motion. 
Not in the least disturbed, he watched us 
as we drifted up wind toward him. We 
reached twenty-five feet, then twenty feet 
and still he stpod there gazing nonchal- 
antly at the light. 
Again we tried the flash and again a 
futile sputter rewarded us. The night 
mists had dampened them all, or perhaps 
the spray from the paddles during the 
race had wet them. At any rate the 
photos were “non plus.” So we started to 
f>lay with the moose. We felt that fifteen 
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