IN THE CAPE SABLE WILDERNESS 
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telephoto and with long-focus single lens. This being done, 
I took the large reflex camera for snap-shots and proceeded 
along the bayou, hoping to find some way to cross. Every 
time I tumbled into a mud-hole or snapped a twig there was 
wild confusion. The air was white with ibises. Crowds of 
“contained four young snowy herons” 
young ibises and herons fluttered down from the sea of rude 
nests of twigs in the trees above and scurried and flapped 
across the mud, to get out of my way. By using caution I 
secured some snap-shots of these youngsters on the branches, 
and a few of some young ibis or other in its nest. More than 
one of the latter at a time I could not obtain, as some of the 
brood would always leave before I was near enough. 
The day was now far on the wane, and yet we had not 
