in torrents. The sheer weight of pound- 
ing water threatened to tear our tent in 
shreds, but the silk had withstood 
tropical storms of equal violence and we 
spent a comfortable night when the roar 
outside had ceased. The next morning 
the stream was almost in our camp, 
which the guides had said was well be- 
yond the reach of summer freshets. All 
day the water rose, but we had carried 
our food and blankets to higher ground 
and for a week remained in an open camp 
a few hundred yards away. 
It was useless to think of work upon 
the streams or ponds for at least a fort- 
night, because the woods were so soaked 
with water that the deer had moved to 
higher ground. We hunted diligently 
but the never-ceasing rain was a serious 
handicap and not until mid-August did 
I shoot a buck suitable for the group; 
a doe and fawn were secured a week 
later. 
It was a labor of love to select a 
spot for the background of the group, 
for almost any curve of the stream was 
a picture in itself. With Mr. Courtenay 
Brandreth who had volunteered to make 
the field painting, we paddled up and 
down discussing the possibilities of 
every portion and, as the artist, he finally 
selected an open stretch, where on one 
side the alders gave place to a grassy 
meadow with the blue summit of Albany 
mountain far in the distance. ,'At this 
very spot a few days later as the canoe 
slipped around the curve, we surprised 
three does feeding in the stream and a 
fourth upon the bank. For a moment 
they stared at us but, as the camera 
began to whir, in great leaps they dashed 
for the friendly cover of the alders only 
to stop a few yards within the forest to 
blow and stamp in protest at the in- 
terruption of their breakfast. 
September was ushered in by the dry, 
hot weather we had hoped for all sum- 
mer — just when our work had been com- 
pleted and it was time to start for home. 
Doe, startled by the sound of the camera, 
plunging frantically into the forest. [From 
motion-picture film] 
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