CHAPTER X 



SOME HARMLESS HUNTING 



FOR the man who has within him that per- 

 ennial yearning to go afield and kill some- 

 thing, who in short, really loves to hunt, 

 yet withal nourishes somewhere in his conscience 

 the counter conviction that no longer should the 

 creatures of the woods and fields be killed for 

 fun, there is no hobby quite so good as the speed 

 kodak. And of all the numerous kinds of game 

 that he may bring to bag, at all times of the 

 year for there are no game-laws for the kodak 

 he will find no more worthy foeman for his 

 lens than the clan of Web-foot. To enjoy him- 

 self to the full, he must stalk his quarry, and 

 this is very real hunting. For a hunter to stalk 

 a flock of birds and get within forty yards 

 fairly murderous gun-range is one thing, but 

 to get within forty feet is quite another. Be- 



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