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Forest and Stream 
30-06 Mauser Rifles 
Genuine “Waffenfabrik” 
Model 1906—Walnut sport 
stock, 24" half octagon barrel; matted 
'raised rib; liora cap pistol grip.$80 
Model 06P —Same style as 
above, with plain walnut stock, round 
barrel; pistol grip, etc. Price. $70 
Model 06F—Fine walnut full 
length stock: 20" round barrel; flat 
bolt lever; hollow stock for cleaning outfit. .$85 
All three models have cheek piece. 
Rifle Ammunition —All calibers, per 100, $9.00 
Genuine 
MAUSER 
Flat and fits pocket. Has 
safety devices—one of the 
best pistols made. 
25 Cal., Test Pocket, 8 shots...$15 
25 Cal., Beg. Model, 10 shots... 16 
32 Cal., Beg. Model, 9 shots... 18 
Mauser Holsters, either cal. $ 1.50' 
Ammunition per 100, 25 Cal., $4.50; 32 Cal., $5 
.763 Cal. Mauser Automatic, with wood holster 
stock, etc. 10 shot pistol or rifle. All 
complete .$35.00 
Genuine 
LUGER 
Well balanced; made of 
finest steel; accurate and 
very powerful. 30 Cal., 
Beg. Model, $27.50; 9mm. Long 
LUGER, 6" or 8" barrel, with wood 
stock holster attachment complete, 
$55.00 ; LugerHolsters. 30 Cal.. $2.50; 
Ammunition per 100, 30 Cal., $6; 9mm., $7 
Long Lugers-9mm. 6" or S" barrel. A per¬ 
fectly rebuilt automatic. Special price $27.50 
Luger Magazines —.32 shot. Makes a machine 
gun out of any Luger pistol. A few at $15 
SIMSON 22 CAL. 
Precision Rifle $10 
The most perfectly made .22 Bolt action rifle. 
Absolutely accurate and reliable. Wt. about 
5 lbs.. 24" barrel. Length overall 42". Shoots 
short, long, extra long and long rifle. 
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12 & 16 GUAGE 
Greatest Bargain ever offered, quality, finish 
and price considered. Guaranteed to give 
satisfaction. 
Single Barrel, $12.50; Double Barrel, $25 
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Worth its weight in gold to every 
lover of a gun. The greatest com¬ 
bination gun solvent, lubricant, rust 
preventor, wound oil, and for many 
other uses. Write for circular. 
Price per can. $1.00 
High Grade FIELD 
GLASSES $16 
These are imported 
•'mustered out" officers’ 
field glasses of the 
highest quality. Perfect 
day and night lenses. 
Complete with case. 
Finest Imported 
BINOCULARS $25 
A light compact 
glass. Achromatic 
day and n i g ht 
lenses; 21mm. ob¬ 
jective, individual 
eye adjustment. 
Guaranteed. per¬ 
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A complete stock of Repair Parts and 
Ammunition always on hand. Every 
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guaranteed new and genuine. Beware of 
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No C. O. Ds. Satisfaction or money back. 
A. F. STOEGER 
Sole Authorized Importer of 
MAUSER & LUGER ARMS 
and Mauser and Luger Ammunition 
606 WEST 49tb ST. NEW YORK, N. Y. 
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THIS MONTH IN THE 
OUTDOORS 
(Continued from page 123) 
wonderful collection of heads and horns 
and big fish he has caught told the world 
about this big brook trout, Kit Clarke, 
an angler of eighty or more summers 
and winters, having helped to take from 
Lake Amabellish, Canada, twelve trout 
that weighed 56 l /> pounds (which three 
men caught with two hours’ time) 
wanted “to be shown.” 
Kit Clarke was familiar with the 
George Shepard Page trout which was 
taken in Rangeley Lake, Maine, in' 1867, 
and weighed 10 pounds after three days 
captured, and it was thought by experts 
to have lost 1^4 pounds in its transit 
from Maine to New Jersey. 
It so happened that the Cook 14j4- 
pound trout was placed on exhibition in 
New York. Word was sent to Mr. 
Clarke, who was as spry at eighty as the 
average man of sixty (failing only when 
he met with an automobile accident), 
and he took the subway from Brooklyn 
to Manhattan, saw the fish, pronounced 
it without question a brook trout, with¬ 
drew his skeptical remarks, and told the 
world that the George Shepard Page 
trout that held the record for almost 
half a century must assume second place. 
Topics in ti-ie Smoker 
O N two days last month, the writer 
sat in the smoking compartment of 
a Pennsylvania Railroad train crossing 
the Alleghanies from Baltimore to Pitts¬ 
burgh and again from Pittsburgh to 
New York, and what do you suppose 
was the subject of conversation for half 
a day? The Ruhr? Yes, for a brief 
period. Prohibition? Yes, for a brief 
period. But the sole topic of converse- 
tion, not introduced by the writer, was 
hunting and fishing. 
Pennsylvania men were on the train 
and they told of hunting and killing bear 
within ten miles of big cities; then the 
conversation drifted to fishing, which 
carried the travelers in the smoker from 
Florida to northern Canada. Most of it 
was fact stuff; the simple recital of tales 
of fishing and hunting; without seeming 
exaggeration at any time, with occasion¬ 
ally an old story told to add enlivenment 
to the discussion. 
IN THE HEART OF NOVA 
SCOTIA 
(Continued from page 105) 
last shove of the paddle made it fast. 
Spasmodically a light breeze blew 
from the forest to us, swaying the tops 
of the trees and creating an almost in¬ 
credible disturbance in the still air. 
“Not de bes’ night,” whispered the 
guide. “De win’ she blow too much.” 
We were facing the shore in the 
canoe, the guide in the bow and merely 
a slight rustle told us that he had risen 
to his feet. Then the simulated wail of 
the cow moose burst from the birchbark 
horn, plaintive, longing, alluring, fol¬ 
lowed by the two brief snorts of the 
imaginary calf with her. From side to 
side the horn swung, the raucous blast 
piercing the woodland on all sides. 
The echoes died away in the distance 
and we settled down in silence to wait. 
There was something eerie in that wait¬ 
ing, the air pregnant with a subtle some¬ 
thing that defies description. There was 
a frosty chill in the air, the last shred 
of light was flickering, the shadows of 
the wood growing deeper. We heard a 
thousand noises, real and imaginary. 
Each rustle of the tree tops we judged 
to be the progress of the towering animal 
through the brush. Leaves seemed to 
fall with a veritable crash. Small birds 
moved in the noisesome manner of mam¬ 
moths. Our attitude was tense, heart 
pumping rapidly, eyes keenly alert. 
Each fancied stir ahead of us set the 
blood coursing more rapidly. , 
Fifteen minutes or so passed and the 
guide again rose to his feet and sent the 
impassioned bellow ringing through the 
woods. Then silence again. Close be¬ 
side us was a beaver dam and we oc¬ 
casionally heard the muffled movements 
of the animals and their curious breath¬ 
ing. A muskrat dropped into the water 
with a plomp that resounded in the in¬ 
tense stillness and sent the heart into 
the mouth. A few roystering songsters 
still stirred twittering about the branches 
of the pines. 
In periods of about fifteen minutes, 
for more than an hour, the guide called. 
The last vestige of light had disappeared 
and the night was becoming inkier every 
minute. We were growing cramped and 
chilled and a trifle discouraged. Though 
we heard many imaginary moose plung¬ 
ing headlong through the brush or foot¬ 
ing their way cautiously as indicated by 
breaking twigs, they never materialized. 
We were disappointed, cold, and it was 
too dark to see anything anyway. 
Just then the guide whispered, “Lis¬ 
ten,” and pointed with his paddle. From 
the direction came the noise of breaking 
twigs, similar to a hundred sounds we 
had heard. Then directly ahead of us 
the darkness seemed to open up and a 
blacker shadow emerge. The huge bulk 
moved and there was the sound of harsh, 
deep breathing. We waited for what 
seemed an hour but could hardly have 
been more than a minute. There was a 
further movement, a crashing of branch¬ 
es, and the dark blotch melted again in 
the murk of the night. 
“Too dark to see,” said the guide, well 
pleased with himself and no doubt feel¬ 
ing justified, though we could not have 
been more deeply thrilled than at this 
magic of the night. “We see him in the 
morning. Going to be dam’ fine morn¬ 
ing.” 
I T was about three o’clock on a pitch- 
*■ black morning when the guide again 
roused us with a steaming can of coffee 
in his hand. Logs piled one on another 
were blazing away furiously and throw¬ 
ing their heat into the interior of the 
tent. The light they diffused disclosed 
a ground white with frost. We shivered 
as we stumbled down to the water £ 
edge and soused our faces ard hands. 
