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FOREST AND STREAM. 
. S. Government 
Ammunition Test. 
Accuracy test of Krag-Jorgensen .30-Caliber Cartridges held at Springfield Armory 
by order of the Ordnance Department, United States Army. 
TESTED—Ammunition of all the American Manufacturers. 
CONDITIONS—10 and 20 shot targets, muzzle rest. 
10 and 20 shot targets, fixed rest. 
DISTANCE—1,000 yards. 
RESULT and OFFICIAL REPORT: 
S. Cartridges excelled all others. 

MANUFACTURED BY 
UNITED STATES CARTRIDGE CO., 
LOWELL, MASS., U. S. A. 
Agencies: 497-503 Pearl St., 35-43 Park St., New York. 

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Let one coat dry and sandpaper it lightly 
with fine sandpaper before adding another coat. 
Wash off with sapolio or washing powder and 
water before painting over an old coat of paint 
to remove any grease or oil spots. 
How I Became Acquainted with the 
Badger. 
THE first time I ever saw the Badger, a rac- 
ing jib and mainsail boat, built by Willis, of 
Cow Bay, for Mr. Louis Bourey, from a design 
by H. Cornwall, I was greatly interested in her 
on account of the stories circulated about what 
she was.going to do in the way of great speed. 
It was in Manning’s old yacht basin at the foot 
of Fifty-fifth street, Bay Ridge. The New York 
C, C. had a small house there, and Badger, 

THE BADGER, 
alongside the club float, was being close reefed 
by her crew for a trial spin on the Upper Bay 
in a piping good westerly breeze. 
The second time I was forced to be far more 
interested in her than I had any desire to be. 
In a little r4ft. cutter, ballasted with 1,100 
pounds of lead, I was having a royal good time 
all by myself down off Gravesend beach. 1 
saw a sail put out from the Brooklyn C. C. float, 
and recognizing the. Badger, stood up the bay 
to meet her. 
It was blowing fresh and she had full sail. 
As I crossed her bow some distance ahead I 
noticed she had all the wind she wanted. Going 
about well ahead and to windward, I watched 
the reported flyer to size her up. She certainly 
was traveling. Her long shovel-nosed snout 
was boiling the water under it, but the moment 
she heeled, in spite of an immense jib carried 
well out beyond her stem by a bowsprit, she 
would rear up suddenly. All hands I could see 
scrambled for the high side as if they had no 
faith in her stability, and her helmsman could 
not keep her from slewing round, spanking and 
splashing into the wind. 
It was a repetition of this act that caused all 
my woe. My boat was fully 3o0ft. to windward 
of him when he was just to leeward, and, of 
course, a squall had to hit us just at that time. 
My craft lay over so that her mainsail shut 
Badger out from my view, but Oh! how we 
were sizzling through the water! 
Suddenly I was startled by a series of yells 
that sounded like a band of Comanche Indians 
on the war path. Water was splashing by, 
spray was flying over us, when with a splash 
like an empty box from a height onto the water 
and all her crew yelling frantically, Badger 
came pounding up and stuck her bowsprit 
against the mainsail of my craft, her huge shovel 
nose rolled her over bodily to windward, and if 
“you ever say anybody get out from'under that 
sail any quicker than I did, you want to cherish 
that memory as the quickest move ever made by 
man. I know I do. If it took Badger a second 
to run down my craft, it only took me half a 
second to get out of her cockpit, scramble up 
forward of the mast, and as I felt the little 
cutter apparently turning turtle under me, | 
made a jump and landed half on and half off 
Badger’s forward deck. I got wet up to the 
waist, but her crew, like a crew of wild baboons, 
each ‘got a grip somewhere on my clothes and. 
literally picked me up onto my feet. 
Excited! If those fellows had to walk up 
Broadway with their eyes as they were then, 
wide open and staring, they would be run in for 
lunatics. They could see they were going to 
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run my boat down while I sat in blissful ignor- 
ance until hit. 
When I felt my paddle wheels under -me 
again, I bolted aft to see what was left of my 
own poor little craft that had been forced over 
and over and slipped clean under the larger 
boat’s bow and then, as I could hear, it slipped 

