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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Nov. 19, 1910. 
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Your Shells? 
You must know that the empty shells 
represent a very big part of the expense 
of factory ammunition. 
Do you know that by reloading your 
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do better shooting with less wear on your 
gun: 
Rifle and pistol cartridges can be reloaded from 10 to 30 times each with entire success- 
This means a very big saving for any man who loves to shoot. Even if you use a high- 
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Shotgun shells can be very successfully reloaded two or three times each. A loading outfit costs very little, and you 
can then load as few or as many shells as you wish with just the right loads for the occasion. Every gun club 
should have an Ideal loading machine. Ask for our free booklet “Hints on Reloading Shotgun Shells”. 
The Ideal Hand Book contains 140 pages of practical information regarding all American 
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Two Clean Kills 
You know Drant—shy wanderers of the lonely 
coasts—no wild fowl so bashful about coming to 
decoys, none so hard to lure within range. 
Fifty yards is close range for brant. And to 
kill at that distance your gun must shoot harder 
than the average. 
Lefever guns shoot a whole lot harder than 
the average. That is why the man who swings 
his Lefever on a rearing pair of brants does not 
question the result. He knows it — two clean kills. 
The reason Lefever guns kill clean and sure and 
far is Lefever Taper Boring. 
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The New Lefever Gun , Book tells all the 
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Nursing vs. Dosing. 
A Treatise on the Care of Dogs in Health and Disease. 
By S. T. Hammond (“Shadow”), Author of "Training 
vs. Breaking.” 161 pages. Cloth. Price, $1.00. 
Mr. Hammond believes that more dogs are killed by 
injudicious doctoring than by disease, and the present 
work is a protest against the too free use of medicine 
when dogs are sick. The author has given especial atten¬ 
tion to many of the troubles which especially afflict small 
dogs kept in the house, and likely to suffer from lack of 
exercise and from over-feeding; and boys and girls 
owning dogs—as well as children of larger growth—may 
profitably study and ponder this volume. 
Contents: Importance of Nursing. Cleanliness. Out- 
of-Sorts Dam. Puppies. Diet. Other Foods. Kennel and 
Exercise. Common Ailments. Teething. Diarrhea. Con¬ 
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Ear. Mange. The Nervous System. Abscesses. Colic. 
Worms. 
FOREST AND STREAM PUBLISHING CO. 
pages you will find, hidden in four lines of 
formal routine, the suggestion of a story which 
makes the inventions of the dime novel writer 
seem tame. Here, for instance, is a fragmen¬ 
tary account of a single incident, the facts about 
which were painfully extracted from a polite, 
gray-eyed young fellow, in chaps and a brown 
flannel shirt, who blushed as he yielded to the 
journalistic corkscrew. 
It happened when the national forests were 
newer, writes Henry M. Hyde in the Technical 
World Magazine. Cartwright, the ranger, was 
on one of his first trips over the district. Ten 
miles ont across the high and half-sterile mezas 
he came to a deep arroyo, in the bottom of 
which there was still a thin trickle of water. 
Now in that country water is scarce and 
precious, and it is of first importance that the 
few lakes and running streams be kept pure 
and uncontaminated. For fifty feet on either 
side of the water, Cortwright saw that the 
ground was miry, half quicksand. It was deep¬ 
ly cut up by the feet of a big band of cattle 
which had fought and struggled to get a drink. 
In the melee about twenty of the half-starved 
animals had gone down. Their carcasses lay 
swollen and bloated by the hot sun. It took 
Cartwright only a moment to read the brand 
and determine that the derelicts belonged to a 
rich half-breed Mexican, one of the political 
bosses of the territory, a man very much ac¬ 
customed to do quite as he pleased. He bad 
bitterly opposed the establishment of the Na¬ 
tional Forest and had declared that he did not 
intend to let the fad of these eastern dudes in¬ 
terfere with his business. His ranch house was 
about fifteen miles to the north. Cartwright 
turned His pony and galloped up along the edge 
of the arroyo. The cattle baron was at home. 
“Senor,” said Cartwright, politely, “twenty of 
your cattle are dead in the Arroyo Grande at 
the crossing of the Holy Angels trail. They 
are already a nuisance. I am Ranger Cart¬ 
wright, of the forest service, and I have come 
to say that the bodies must be buried within 
twenty-four hours. Otherwise the service will 
have it done and collect the money from you. 
And before you turn another bunch of cattle 
on the National Forest range you must make 
a contract with us.” 
The Mexican was very complaisant. He 
would have the dead cattle attended to at once. 
And he would not trespass again on the forest 
range. With Spanish grandiloquence he ex¬ 
pressed his undying sorrow at having put Cart¬ 
wright to so much trouble. It was not at all 
what the ranger had expected. “Thank you,” 
he said, and rode away. Fifteen minutes after 
two negroes rode out of the corral, turned their 
ponies across the arroyo and followed Cart¬ 
wright to the south, taking a trail which kept 
them out of his sight. 
The ranger was bound for the ’dobe house of 
a Mexican, near where he had found the cattle. 
There he would spend the night. As it grew 
dusk he turned his pony and started to climb 
down the steep side of the arroyo. Near the 
bottom something struck him in the chest and 
he toppled sideways out of the saddle. Falling, 
he heard, faintly, the bark of a revolver. 
Presently he recovered consciousness and put 
his hand up to his heart. There was a hole in 
his flannel shirt. Directly beneath it, in the 
pocket was the thick diary in which he wrote 
his daily reports. He pulled the book out and 
found, half way through it, a .32-caliber bullet. 
The fallen bridle reins had stopped his pony a 
few rods. He mounted, rode to the house of 
the Mexican and slept soundly until morning. 
Then he shot across country to headquarters, 
told his tale, and came back twenty-four hours 
later with the forest supervisor and three other 
rangers. They found the cattle still unburied 
in the arroyo. A dozen Mexicans, with horses 
and ropes, were put to work, pulling out the 
bodies and digging pits for their interment. 
They were paid a dollar each for the twenty 
carcasses taken care of. Then, with the super¬ 
visor at their head, the five men loped off up 
the meza to the ranch of the offending cattle 
baron, who turned gray under his swarthiness 
as he say Cartwright with the rest, looking very 
much alive. 
