answered with a laugh. I learned later 
that he used two deer loads of buck 
shot that he happened to find in his! 
pocket. 
One of our friends on the other flat 
was shooting a 10-gauge with black 
powder, and from occassional watching- 
through my field glasses I could see 
that he was making some mighty long 
shots. 
Suddenly a lone whistler tearing 
down wind swung by Tom to tne right. 
I knew this to be Tom’s weak angle, so 
I watched with a smile to note the re¬ 
sult. He let go with both barrels and 
then said words that I won’t repeat. 
“Time to go home,” I suggested 
casually, starting to climb out of my 
hogshead. “My God!” cried Tom, 
“Look there!” For a moment my eyes 
followed foolishly the direction of his 
pointing finger; then as the awful 
significance of the situation dawned 
upon me the blood froze in my veins. 
Our boat had in some manner broken 
away from its anchor and was drifting 
rapidly out to sea. We were trapped 
upon this small mud flat, no help at 
hand, with a rising tide and night com¬ 
ing on. Earlier in the season there 
would have been a chance of being 
taken off by some pleasure craft, but 
now not even a fisherman was in sight. 
Our nearest help was the two gunners 
on the other flat; they were a mile to 
windward, however, and could not hear 
our guns, much less our cries for 
assistance. I looked at Tom; a grim 
smile played around his white lips. 
“What’s our chances?” I asked. He 
answered by removing his coat and 
boots. “Stop that, Tom!” I command¬ 
ed, “You can’t make it in a thousand 
years.” Tom seemed to realize the 
force of my wisdom, for he slowly re¬ 
placed his discarded clothing. “That’s 
all right,” he argued lamely, “but it 
doesn’t make so much difference about 
me.” I knew he was thinking of my 
wife. I, too, was thinking of her; of 
her words: “There may not be an¬ 
other Thanksgiving.” I removed my 
coat, swinging it again and again over 
my head hoping that the other gunners 
might see it, but as I watched them 
through my glasses I could see they 
had no inkling of our predicament. 
Meantime the tide had gained another 
foot, reducing our area of safety to 
frightfully small proportions. I judged 
that we had, at the most, an hour 
before the water would lift us off our 
feet, beyond that, I did not care to 
think. Our chances of reaching land 
by swimming were extremely negative. 
A small black rock a few feet distant 
held a horrible fascination for me as it 
became smaller and smaller and finally 
disappeared altogether beneath the 
tide. The little pail that we had used 
to scoop the water from our hogsheads 
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' SANSf LOAD 
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NOTE: Remington Game Loads 
are loaded exclusively in‘ Nitro 
Club” Wetproof Shells. Wef- 
proof means just what it says. 
Supplied with choice 
of No. 4, No. 5 or No. 
6 Shot. 
Why you do not find the name 
of the powder or the weight 
on Remington Game Loads 
A S the result of the dis¬ 
coveries about powder 
made in Bridgeport (see the 
panel at the right) Remington 
produced Remington Game 
Loads and presented them to 
American sportsmen in 1922. 
These shells mark two im¬ 
portant advances in loaded 
shells— 
For the first time shells 
are made to*get specific game 
—and relieve the sportsman 
of the burdenof choosing from 
among hundreds of combi¬ 
nations. 
But even more important: 
for the first time, the weight 
of powder is adjusted to give 
predetermined velocity, pat¬ 
tern and penetration. 
* * * 
There is a Remington Game 
Load specifically made for 
every kind of small game 
hunted in America. 
Remington chooses the pow¬ 
der—from the highest quality 
American Smokeless Powders. 
Remington determines the 
surest and safest velocity, pat¬ 
tern and penetration for the 
particular game you are going 
out after. 
Remington tests the powder 
and loads the right amount to 
give that uniform velocity, pat¬ 
tern and penetration. 
Powder varies— Remington 
Game Loads do not. 
Remington takes the sole re¬ 
sponsibility for the shell com¬ 
plete —the powder as well as 
the rest. 
These are the Facts 
disclosed hy 
Remington’s 
Ballistic Tests 
A—A given weight of the 
samekindof powderdoesn’t 
always give the same veloc¬ 
ity, pattern or penetration. 
B—Powder varies batch 
by batch—even the same 
kind and make. One batch, 
for instance, gives a veloc¬ 
ity of 925 feet per second. 
Another may fall as low as 
840 feet per second. 
C—This is nobody’s fault. 
Powder comes that way. 
D—The man who buys his 
shells by the weight and 
kind of powder, often 
misses a lot of game, and 
never knows why. 
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