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FOREST AND STREAM 
Nov. 9, 1912 
Lefever Single Trigger Gun 
Wins Post Season Tournament 
October 15-18, 1912 
High General Average, leading all amateurs and professionals, 
771 ex 800 Singles. 172 ex 100 Pairs. Total of 943 
ex 1000 scored by Mr. Woolf oik Henderson. 
. 9575 % Lefever gun in the hands of Mr. R. H. Bruns, tied 
for Second High Amateur Average for the entire season of 
1 912—just one target less than the winner, winner s average 
being .9387%. 
All Lefever guns bored by our famous taper system, insuring 
maximum penetration and most even distribution of the shot. 
Our Single Trigger is perfection 
itself. The above scores prove it. 
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LEFEVER ARMS CO. H-8 Maltbie Street, Syracuse, N. Y 
bore evidence of the workings of other wood¬ 
chucks. Sure enough there in yonder wood I 
found a young one busily at work throwing the 
dirt up with the easiness of an old-timer. 
So the mild days of autumn waned and 
winter was on the way to shroud the hills and 
vales in ermine. The snow clouds gathered in 
the west and the sky assumed a leaden color that 
foreboded bad. Now the dens of the woodchucks 
were ready and the days of sleep were coming. 
Long ago the chambers had been lined with the 
grasses and leaves and was ready to admit the 
occupant. Only one, for each woodchuck has a 
den of its own. At rare times more than one 
is found in a den, but seldom. Cold weather 
came, and in its wake the snow winged its way 
to earth in feathery multitudes. Deep down in 
the underground homes the woodchucks curled up 
and closed their eyes in slumber. What cared 
they if the snow piled high above them and the 
raging winds tore the bare limbs of the trees 
and whined mournfully down the vale. The cold 
penetrated not the warm abode in the hillside 
where everything was silent in sleep. 
That very winter I drove a rabbit into one 
of the holes and was rather glad that he had 
found shelter. Did the occupant and owner 
awake from his sleep and seek to drive the in¬ 
truder out? No, for little knew he that his 
chamber was shared by a rabbit, shaking with 
fear. He slept on and on. 
EAGLE’S FIERCE FIGHT. 
Edward Phillips, sixteen years old, who 
lives in the neighborhood of Cold Springs, had 
an experience with a wounded eagle that will 
last him for some time as far as excitement is 
concerned. Young Phillips was tracing a “bee” 
tree by the honey bees from some late clover 
that blossomed in his father’s fields, and the 
trail lay across the plateau that crosses into the 
Big Schrader country, a high and somewhat 
barren stretch of a dozen miles, over which the 
fires have run and killed many of the trees. It 
is a section noted for its number of eagles and 
hawks, because of its isolation. 
Phillips was as much as three miles from 
home when his attention was attracted by the 
queer maneuvers of a monster bird which was 
moving about over a great fallen tree, with its 
wings dragging alongside as if it were wounded. 
The bird proved to be an eagle of the gray 
variety and one of the largest of its kind. His 
wings were wounded, evidently having been 
shot by some bear hunter that came across his 
path. The bird was showing evident resent¬ 
ment at the approach of the youth, and rather 
than fright, was evincing a spirit of pugnacity 
that at first somewhat frightened the youth. 
Phillips finally decided to capture the big 
fellow and believed that if he could throw his 
coat over the bird’s head, he would be able to 
carry him off. The coat went wide of its mark, 
though the effort at throwing it had caused the 
boy to lose his equilibrium, and he found him¬ 
self stumbling within reach of the big bird. 
The eagle attacked him with its talons, and 
though one of its wings was shot so that it 
dropped helplessly at its side, the other one 
still had sufficient strength to bear some weight, 
and with this the bird managed to get on the 
youth’s back. Its talons grasped his neck and 
shoulders, while with its beak it wrought ter¬ 
rible vengeance upon the boy before he suc¬ 
ceeded in shaking it off. Phillips finally man¬ 
aged to grasp the bird by the neck, and then 
he made it give up the fight. But once on its 
feet it managed to get away into the thicket 
and was gone before the boy could prevent its 
escape. Young Phillips was badly torn of flesh 
and one hand, which was grasped in the bird’s 
beak when he attempted first to reach its neck, 
was severely wounded. 
Phillips let up on the job of trailing the 
bees and went right home to have his wounds 
dressed.—Laporte Correspondence, Philadelphia 
North American. 
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