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FOREST AND STREAM 
November 1M6 
Captain T. K. Lee, U. S. R. 
Picket Revolver 
Champion of U. S. 
“Aims as eaijyl 
os pointing 
yaw finger.’’ 
Captain Lee’s Winning Target 
Shoots as Straight 
as it Points 
Y OU know that the Savage ten-shot automatic aims as 
easily as pointing your finger. The shape of its handle 
— often imitated, but never equalled — does that. Here is 
the absolute, world-beating proof that the Savage shoots as 
straight as it points. 
Captain T. K. Lee, U. S. R., has won the Pocket Revolver 
Championship of the United States with the .380 Savage 
Automatic, Model 1917. 
This is the first time in the history of the United States Re- 
volver Association that any automatic pistol has beaten the 
revolver. It is the' greatest target victory that any automatic 
pistol has ever won. 
It proves that the longer barrel and the locked breech give 
the Savage not only higher velocity and greater power than 
any other pistol can get with the same ammunition, but also 
much greater accuracy. 
A miniature reproduction of Captain Lee’s championship group 
is here shown. Standard American Target — twenty yards — five 
5-shot strings, each in a 20-second time limit — score 213. 
Remember that the Savage is the Champion Pocket Gun. 
.32 calibre, 3^4 in. barrel, 19 ounces, 11 shots $25.00 
.380 calibre, 4H in. barrel, 22 ounces, 10 shots, $26.00 
See it at your dealer’s, or write Dept. I-i for description. If your 
dealer cannot supply it, we will ship one prepaid on receipt of 
money-order for price. 
&®vgeArms Corporation 
SHARON, PA. UTICA, N. Y. CHICOPEE FALLS, MASS. 
Executive and Export Offices, 50 Church Street, New York City 
Owners and Operators of 
J. Stevens Arms Company, Chicopee Falls, Hass. 
movement on the forest edge warmed us 
of game, the fir grottoes and spruae blades 
"shone with frosty sheen, and as w» cast 
the lights higher, bearded moaa knng 
over the fairy scene where doe* vtood 
till we came nigh, then bounded away 
almost at arm’s length when they aaaght 
our scent. 
Again we were afloat on Third Wepisi- 
guit Lake, hovering between fcwa *kies, 
the one above us, where the star-filled 
heaven hung low over the sleeping for- 
est; the one below, where reflected ta the 
tiniest star visible, the milky way shone 
and the glowing arch of the Aurora 
made fairy lights along its jewelled arc. 
Scarce ten minutes passed beieace the 
signal for game came, — a slight jar of 
the canoe. Then the prow turned slowly, 
silently toward the north. We were 
headed into whatever breeze those was, 
but as yet no sound of the gaat® bad 
reached my dull ears. 
Charlie knew, however, and set the 
course just right; so right that «s I sat 
there alert and tense, not the slightest 
drip or sound came from the two paddles 
behind me. Only the faint purr of the 
light in the search came, just the faint 
hiss of wick burning in oil. For the rest 
the world was as silent as the grave. 
Then I heard it; the familiar Barge 
and splash of a great head going wader 
water, the ripple and the splash *s it 
came up again, the snort as water was 
blown from the nostrils, and the tinkle of 
droplets dripping from ear and nose, 
only this time it seemed to ma there 
was more of the tinkle of tiny drops. 
Though I did not sense the significance 
of this till later. 
Not a word was spoken by any af us 
till we were within twenty-five foot of 
the feeding beast. Then the sigmal for 
light came and I turned on the fiare. 
THERE IN THE BLAZING BEAM 
WAS THE HEAD OF A HUGE BULL, 
— his eyes shining, his ears stiffened, his 
nose questing for our scent even as his 
lily pad food was clinched in hk wabile 
jaws, the huge antlers in velvet leaking 
like an inverted bed filled with legs and 
spindles, the faint mist wreathing from 
the water in spirals, — a veritable phan- 
tom sprung suddenly from tha *iknt 
night. 
Immediately we were tense with ex- 
citement, yet we moved with orderly pre- 
cision. Kneeling in the extreme and of 
the prow I set the camera. Behind we, 
mate struck fire and lit the hirahkark 
match. 
“Are you ready?” she whispered. 
“Ready.” 
And the flare went off with a "P©UF” 
and a blinding flash. 
Then things began to happen. Excit- 
edly I called for another flashlight, for 
the huge moose was standing there as 
though smitten with paralysis. But 
only for a second. Then with a resannd- 
ing, whistling snort that sent the eehoes 
reverberating over the lake and forest, 
the magnificent beast came right at the 
canoe. 
N OW there were four of us m the 
canoe; from bow to stern we aat 
thus: myself, my mate, Fred Wat- 
ers and Charlie Cremin at the steerhig 
paddle. Without panic and in gaad awde r 
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