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FOREST AND 
STREAM 
October, 1920 
T HE unusually good 
results that shoot- 
ers have with Peters 
Shells are due not a little 
to the perfect Pattern. 
Uniform, highly polished 
shot; elastic wads made of 
thoroughly cleaned cattle 
hair; and a carefully de- 
signed c r i m p — a 1 1 pro- 
duced within our own 
factory contribute to the 
better pattern which 
Peters Shells give. 
There are many other 
good features — “steel 
where steel belongs,” the 
sure-fire primer and so on. 
Peters Shells are better. 
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THE PETERS CARTRIDGE COMPANY 
New York CINCINNATI San Francisco 
35c 
Postpaid 
all lubrication and 
polishing around the 
house, in the tool shed 
or afield with gun or rod. 
NYOIL 
Id (he New Perfection 
Pocket Package 
is a matchless combination. 
Sportsmen have known it for 
jearB. Dealers sell NYOIL at 
15c. and 35c. Seird na the name 
of a live one who doesn’t sell 
NYOIL with other necessaries 
for sportsmen and we will send 
you a dandy, handy new can 
(screw top and screw tip) con- 
taining 8^ ounces postpaid 
for 35 cents. r 
WM. F. NTE, New Bedford. Mass. 
ROBERT H. ROCKWELL 
1440 E. 63rd St. Brooklyn, N. Y. 
Nor did we have long to wait. With- 
in five minutes the slight hand-jar came, 
and the prow of the canoe slowly drifted 
toward the northern side of the lake. 
Then I heard the “feeding sound” of the 
moose, the splurge of a huge head sub- 
merged, the snort as the beast came up 
and blew the water from its nostrils, — 
the trickle and drip as the drops fell 
from ear and hide in the dead silence of 
the night. So still was the world that 
these came to us from half a mile away. 
Then we moved in silence and darkness 
toward it, moved with every muscle tense 
and every nerve strung high. 
Suddenly a flash ran from my scalp 
to spine. A wild scream, then another, 
and another; rolling baritone screams in- 
termingly with a struggling, spluttering, 
splashing of water, — for all the world as 
though some panther or lion had leaped 
on a woman, and was tearing her throat 
out while she screamed and strangled in 
the shoal water. So startling, so unex- 
pected and so sudden it was that even 
the guides jumped as I could well feel 
by the jar of the canoe. Then Charlie 
Cremin grunted out the word, “Loon.” 
Far off on the other edge of the lake 
some feeding beast had almost stepped 
on a sleeping loon, — and she certainly let 
him know it. Even when the crash of 
his terrified departure had died away, 
Mrs. Loon still sent her blood-curdling 
scream after him to speed his departure 
and warn the world that she intended to 
have a nap undisturbed. 
“Of course,” thought I, “that ends our 
moose.” But it did not. Evidently the 
moose knew what a loon was, or else it 
happened to have its head under water 
when that scream shattered the night. At 
any rate, as the echoes died down we could 
hear the surge and splash, the snort and 
tinkle of dripping water from the other 
edge of the lake. So we drifted on in 
the dark, silently as a shadow. In fact, 
we were so thoroughly a part of the night 
that bats fluttered within a few inches 
of us before they noted what we were. 
An owl dropped out of the immensities 
only to gyrate madly in a quick get-away 
as he almost landed on us. But these 
were only silent interruptions. 
So we came at last very near the sound ; 
in fact, so near we could sense the ripples 
even in the darkness where the moose 
was feeding. Then came the signal to 
turn on the light . . . and the 
HUGE HEAD OF A FOUR-EYED 
MOOSE LAY THERE ON THE 
WATER, BLINKING AT US FIFTEEN 
FEET AWAY! ! 
Charlie was dead behind us, hence his 
whisper, “Can you see it?” 
Could I see it? Why I never saw any- 
thing so plainly and fully in all my life! 
I saw it not only with my eyes, but with 
my ears and nose, and nerves. 
“Can you take a picture?” grunted 
Charlie. 
“I certainly can. I’m all ready. Touch 
off the flashlight.” 
N OW as I said before, we were ama- 
teurs, and our fixings were really 
humorously primitive. We had a 
big carriage headlight with a flap for a 
searchlight. Next time I go I shall have 
an acetylene or electric lamp. We had 
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