SCAVENGERS OF THE SOUTH 



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telephoto lens and focus on one at a moderate distance on 

 a telegraph pole. Unfortunately the bird decided to fly just 

 as I opened the lens for a timed exposure, the result of which 

 was a streak of buzzard clear across the plate. The only pos- 

 sible chance I had, that first season, of photographing a Black 



BLACK BUZZARD ON STREET IN CHARLESTON 



Buzzard was when I saw one sitting quietly on a palmetto 

 stub, gorged after a banquet on the remains of a large turtle 

 which some negroes had killed and cut up, giving a number 

 of Turkey Buzzards and a black fellow or two a fine time. 

 No one need say that the poor buzzard prefers carrion, if he 

 can find as nice fresh meat as this. Well, I was sneaking 

 up to the buzzard, and was almost sure of a snap-shot, when 

 a companion fired his gun at a duck which passed over his 

 head, and away went my subject. 



