THE SHORE PATROL 
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at a time, would even run past me within about five feet, with¬ 
out being alarmed. With my single lens, an inch-wide aper¬ 
ture of the curtain and not very rapid speed, I exposed plate 
after plate, and not long before sundown had used up my 
last one. 
We then crossed to the other key, only a few rods off, and 
“gone sweetly off into dreamland 
camped.” That is, we started a fire, got supper, and hung 
our mosquito net among the trees. After dark I changed 
plates, and early in the morning went to work again. There 
was nothing new, save for the presence of a splendid male 
Black-breast Plover and two Least Terns bathing in a pool. 
I had to choose between these subjects for the first shot. I 
chose the plover, as the shyest of the shore-birds. The terns 
