THE CAMERA. 



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house by going around the buildings, 

 through a back street and the garden, 

 and coming in through the open win- 

 dow of the dining room. They kept 

 this up until the cats became tired of 

 waiting and raised the blockade. 



Among the cats were two to which 

 my attention was especially directed 

 by the difference in behavior of the 

 squirrels towards them. These cats 

 were known as Fluff and Frank. 

 Fluff was a large, fat Angora, slow and 

 clumsy, but with a vigorous appetite 

 for squirrel meat. Frank was short- 

 haired, lean and active, and with an 

 equally vigorous longing for squirrels. 

 It was a common si^ht for a grey squir- 

 rel to be digging for buried nuts with- 

 in a few feet of Fluff, and when she 

 would make a jump for him, he sprang 

 nimbly to the nearest tree or fence post, 

 from which he read her the riot act by 

 a savage chattering and quick snapping 

 of his bushy tail. But let Frank ap- 

 pear in sight, and while he was yet a 

 long way off everv squirrel in the vi- 

 cinity would hie himself forthwith to 

 the tallest tree available, and onto the 

 small branches that would not bear the 

 weight of a cat. 



That they recognize their friends 

 they show in many ways. I once went 

 out with a horse-whip to drive away a 

 dog that was chasing squirrels, and had 

 one "treed" in a small shrub in the 

 yard. Although every blow I struck 

 at the dog swished close to the little 

 fugitive he seemed to realize that no 

 harm was intended for him, and kept 

 quiet until the dog was driven away, 

 when he came down and ran up on my 

 shoulder. But after a dog drives a 



cat away from a squirrel the little chap 

 shows no such confidence in his pro- 

 tector, but still gives him a wide berth. 



But squirrels seldom fall victims to 

 either cats or dogs, their quickness and 

 ability to run up trees and out upon 

 branches where cats cannot follow 

 proving their safety. In fact I never 

 saw but two squirrels killed by other 

 animals. One became stalled in deep 

 snow, and the other fell while jumping 

 from one tree to another, and alighted 

 between two dogs. 



But the skill with which they avoid 

 the camera is a puzzle to the amateurs. 



While it is comparatively easy to get a 

 photo of a squirrel at long range, he 

 will depart in a most lively manner if 

 he sees a camera pointed at him at close 

 quarters. A squirrel will sit on the 

 window sill at my elbow and eat nuts 

 from mv side pocket as I operate a 

 typewriter, but if some one tries to 

 point a camera at him the place which 

 knew him knows him no more that day. 



THE SMUGGLER'S CAVE. 



BY L. J. GIIvLELAND, AYTON, ONTARIO. 



The photograph of "The Smuggler's 

 Cave" was taken in the Gagheto Islands. 

 Between the years 1843 and 1850 these 

 islands were all activity owing to the 

 enormous quantities of fish taken from 

 the waters around the islands. Whiskey 



LOOKING OUT FROM THE SMUGGLER'S 

 CAVE. 



was smuggled in to sell to the Indians 

 and whites engaged in the fisheries. 

 The liquor was hidden in fissures and 

 cave-like openings in the rocks caused 

 by the action of the waves. As the 

 water receded, some of the "caves" were 

 left quite dry. The picture is a view 

 looking outward from one. 



