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stand up, fold his arms and slap them against his 
breast, which suggested uproarious laughter on his 
part. 
When I had turned off about one hundred feet with 
my heart in my mouth for fear the thing would come 
to an end too soon, I realized that I had as much of 
that particular subject as I wanted, there being no 
great amount of movement. So I changed the two- 
inch lens for the six-inch lens in order to make a “‘close- 
up.” When I had taken about three hundred feet 
I felt that I would like a change of scene; so with 
my hand on the camera I stood up straight and 
tried to start a conversation with them. They all 
bolted. 
It was amazing what an effect that minute or two of 
experience had on me physically. I forgot my weari- 
ness and took up the trail. For the next hour we fol- 
lowed them, getting glimpses of them frequently. 
There were probably ten or twelve in the band; but 
never again did I get the opportunity to photograph 
them—yjust little glimpses of black fur dodging about 
through the greenery. At one time with my glasses 
I watched them across a ravine for a considerable 
time. The old female was lying down on her back 
yawning and stretching, but she was too far away 
fora photograph. So finally, feeling that I had about 
all I could expect from that band, I picked out one 
that I thought to be an immature male. I shot and 
killed it and found, much to my regret, that it was a 
female. As it turned out, however, she was such a 
splendid large specimen that the feeling of regret was 
