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stereoscopic motion picture when projected. I had 

 been working almost an hour setting up the rather 

 complicated apparatus when I noticed the deer had 

 left the meadow and were watching me over the top 

 of the lupine. It was a wonderful sight the combi- 

 nation of forest, lupine, deer and meadow. The deer 

 soon found I was one of those queer bipeds that do 

 all sorts of incomprehensible things but nothing they 

 need be afraid of, so they went back to the juicy 

 meadow grass, nibbling a flower or two on the way. 

 The deer in the National Parks are an element to 

 be reckoned with in the conservation of flowers. 

 Since their complete protection, they have increased 

 enormously and are very tame, eating from your 

 hand, and the increase in numbers has developed a 

 shortage of food, so they have acquired a fondness 

 for flowers and the Evening Primrose and some 

 others have suffered in consequence. The Park Ser- 

 vice in Yosemite is trying to control their increase by 

 exporting them to other sections, limiting to a rea- 

 sonable number those in the floor of the Valley. 



The Wild Parsnip is well scattered in California, 

 often growing ten feet high in the Yosemite mead- 

 ows, making a beautiful showing the cream white 

 blossoms in umbels often two feet across. When 

 picked, unless with the greatest care, it wilts quickly; 

 when cut it should be placed in water at once and 



