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Recently I purchased a plate cam- 

 era, also a wide angle lens to go with 

 it, so I am pretty well equipped for 

 taking up nature stud)- and recording 

 it. I have had considerable experience 

 with a camera. I can do a little at 

 drawing or sketching both with pencil 

 and pen, so that will help me out some. 

 Yours respect fully, 



R. E. Vandrufi*. 



This Dog is a Poser! 



Bristol, Connecticut. 

 To the Editor : 



I enclose a photograph (taken by 

 Samuel Knight of this city) of a dog, 



A SPORT PHOTOGRAPH TAKEN RV KNIGHT. 



''Sport," the property of L. A. Gladding 



of New Britain, Connecticut. 



Sport is about twelve years old and 

 by race a Boston terrier, brindle and 

 white and of medium size. He is one 

 of the best known dogs in New Britain 

 and a general favorite. His intelligence 

 is epiite remarkable. He esteems it a 

 special privilege to sit for his photo- 

 graph, having posed on other occa- 



sions, and has been honored by having 

 his portrait published in "Dogdom." 

 In the winter he occupies a large, 

 corner, show window in his master's 

 store, where the sunshine is very con- 

 genial to his sunny nature. lie does 

 his own marketing, taking the nickel 

 that his master gives him every day to 

 a near by market, where he purchases 

 his regular supply of meat and returns 

 with it to his master's store. 

 Sincerely yours, 

 Milo Leon* Norton. 



Chipmunks and Mushrooms. 



Saugerties, X. Y. 

 To the Editor : 



I saw in the January issue of TiiE 

 Guide to Nature the query as to 

 whether a chipmunk eating a mush- 

 room was indulging in a freak appetite 

 or a familiar article of diet. From my 

 observations of last summer I should 

 say the latter. 



During the summer camping in the 

 woods I spent a great deal of time mak- 

 ing friends with my many chipmunk 

 neighbors, and soon was rewarded by 

 having them come regularly each day 

 up on the porch to be fed. The bolder 

 ones would come as I sat at breakfast 

 frequently jumping a foot or more from 

 the floor, clinging to my hand with tiny 

 claws while they extracted the bit of 

 bread, prune-pit or other morsel tight- 

 ly held between my fingers. 



They soon grew to know that my 

 apron pocket usually contained some 

 dainty and would unhesitatingly climb 

 into my lap, a moment later to be lost to 

 view in the depths of my pocket, some- 

 times coming out to sit bolt upright 

 looking inquiringly up into my face 

 while tucking a last refractory morsel 

 into the already bulging cheek 

 pouches, then to dart away to 

 cache their spoils, returning in a few 

 minutes for more. If. as sometimes 

 happened, they returned to find a rival 

 in the field, a pitched battle would at 

 once ensue, squeaking, biting, across 

 the porch and down the steps like 

 small cyclones, until by and by the 

 victor would return to sit on the edge 

 of the porch and while removing the 

 stains of battle keep a vigilant eye on 



