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oughly engrossed in partridge-shooting, and had no thought 

 of danger, or that he should wander away from camp so 

 far that he could not readily find his way back again. He 

 told the captain, when they separated, that he would soon 

 return to the lake ; but, since the shooting was very good 

 in the early part of the day, he thought very little of the 

 promise. In fact, he did not think it necessary for him to 

 pay any attention even to the direction in which he was 

 journeying, and consequently he pushed heedlessly for- 

 ward, passing lake after lake, over mountain and hill, until 

 nearly three o'clock in the afternoon. At this hour he 

 began to feel hungry ; halted ; dressed and broiled one of 

 the partridges which he had killed in the morning. While 

 thus engaged, it occurred to him that he was lost, and 

 would probably fail to reach camp that night. These 

 thoughts impaired his appetite and rendered him somewhat 

 nervous. The deer-dogs, which the captain had taken with 

 him into the woods in the morning, approached the pho- 

 tographer soon after this lunch. He could not persuade 

 them to remain with him ; and, inasmuch as he supposed 

 that they were now returning to camp after their unsuc- 

 cessful chase, he attempted to follow them ; but they were 

 soon lost to his vision. The dogs reached camp before 

 dark, thus succeeding better than Mr. Mildenberger. 



The old bird-dog, "Bummer," started with him in the 

 morning, but he too returned to camp. It will, therefore, 

 be observed that the photographer was entirely alone in the 

 wilderness, that even the dogs had most ungenerously re- 

 fused to stay with him. When he fully realized that he was 

 lost he walked rapidly, hoping still that he might reach some 



