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Wayside Musings 



I HASTILY took a picture of the great falls of 

 the Tallahassee as I stopped at Tallahassee to 

 take a team across the country to Kowaliga, 

 but marked the scenery, intending to spend a day 

 there when I came out, and fill my case with fine 

 negatives. But there had been a heavy rain and the 

 tumbling water was of the same color with the 

 rocks, and I saw that good pictures were impossi- 

 ble, still I took a half-dozen, having nothing else 

 to do. As I look at these monotonous negatives 

 and see how splendid those up-flying columns of 

 spray would have been had they been clear water 

 instead of red mud, it gives me that sinking of 

 heart with which all photographers, amateur or 

 professional, are familiar. Allow me to say that 

 there is no finer set of lenses than mine — the Zeiss. 

 The price was above my purse, but I received the 

 outfit as a Christmas present. An exposure of one- 

 fiftieth of one second, so quick that the eye can 

 hardly recognize it, gives me details as sharp as 

 those of a magnifying glass. 



But I looked at the leaping and foaming water, 

 which here makes a descent of fifty feet, and then 

 thought of the train-loads of cotton which I saw 



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