Leaving camp on the way to the salt-lick. 
[From motion-picture film] 
HUNTING DEER IN THE ADIRONDACKS ! 
By Roy Chapman Andrews 
OR eight miles through the Brand- 
reth Preserve in the Adiron- 
dacks, Shingle Shanty stream 
follows a winding, twisting course, at last 
losing itself in Lake Lila. Everywhere 
the stream is beautiful, its dark water, as 
a perfect mirror, reflecting the balsams, 
pines and feathery tamaracks of the 
virgin forest. Dark green alders form a 
thick curtain on 
either bank, some- 
times giving place 
to small, grassy 
meadows but clos- 
ing In again as the 
stream narrows, to 
lock hands across 
the water. 
During midsum- 
mer when the blaz- 
ing sun has dried 
the woods and the 
air is fragrant with 
the scent of balsam, deer wade into the 
stream to feed upon the succulent lily 
in the ground. 
picture film] 
pads and grass which choke its course. 
1 Through the courtesy of Colonel Franklin 
Brandreth and Mr. Frederick Potter, the Museum 
was granted the privilege of securing on their 
preserve at Brandreth Lake the specimens and 
accessories for a group of Virginia Deer. The 
Museum is also indebted to Mr. Courtenay 
Brandreth for the background study, a photo- 
graph of which is here reproduced. 
The ‘‘blind’’ at the salt-lick. 
bag, kept.open by a spread umbrella supported 
This is where Mr. Andrews 
lay in wait with the camera. 
Our tents were pitched on a curve of 
the stream in a grove of spruce and 
balsams, where we had a clear view for 
two hundred yards up the broad path 
of water to a ragged'sky line cut by the 
pointed summits of pines and tamaracks. 
I shall never forget the first night in 
camp at the close of a perfect day. 
When the yellow rays of the lowering 
sun shot deeply in- 
to the forest the 
hermit thrushes be- 
gan their evening 
song, every liquid, 
flutelike note clear- 
cut and wonder- 
fully anuisi es) 
against the back- 
ground of perfect 
stillness. As the 
light dimmed, one 
A huge, green 
[From motion- by one the thrushes 
ceased, leaving only 
the voices of a few “whitethroats” 
sleepily calling to one another from the 
alders across the stream. Then the stars 
came out, low and brilliant in the clear 
air, and in the night our tent glowed 
from the light within like a great golden 
pumpkin in the forest. 
The next morning work began. At 
daylight we were in the canoe, stealing 
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