Off to cover. This series of five photographs 
from the motion-picture film represents only 
one-sixth of a second in action 
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the lick but was too suspicious to come 
to the water. The next day there was 
better luck and for ten hot, breathless 
hours we sat in the bushes, fighting 
mosquitoes and “punkies” but thrilled 
by the picture before us. 
We had reached the “blind” at six 
o'clock in the morning and it was eight 
before anything happened; then sud- 
denly there came a soft swashing in the 
water below. A deer was wading slowly 
up the stream and as its head appeared 
around a clump of alders, not ten feet 
away, I started the camera. With a 
snort of surprise the animal dashed up 
the bank into the woods. It was a two 
year old doe out on an early morning 
ramble, and I was sure she had been so 
badly frightened that we would not see 
her again that day. Her curiosity, how- 
ever, counterbalanced her fear and half 
an hour later, with a few nervous snorts 
and much stamping of her pretty feet, 
she ventured down the hill toward the 
old log. When the whir of the camera 
sounded like an angry rattlesnake from 
the bushes she stood for a few seconds, 
but suddenly lost heart and whirled 
away into the forest, her white tail 
frantically waving in the air. 
Again and again she returned, drawn 
by insatiable curiosity, but never to 
stand longer than twenty or thirty 
seconds. We sat in the blind for ten 
hours, cramped and hot and fly-bitten, 
and at the end had not more than sixty 
feet of film, but the excitement of the day 
had been immeasurable; I learned too 
that it would be pretty hard to kill a 
deer, for watching the little doe had 
suddenly made it sickening to think of 
snuffing out its life with a bullet. 
Several more days were spent at the 
blind with success only from the picture 
standpoint, but every day the stream 
was becoming more nearly normal and 
we hoped for results within a week. 
Then on the night of July 20 the heavens 
opened and for three hours the rain fell 
