series of poses so graceful, so unstudied, 

 so tender, so deer-like, that my heart 

 was thrilled with joy at the mere artistic 

 beauty of the scene. Then the loud- 

 mouthed alarm of a dog sent them 

 silently into the forest gloom. 



Nimrod wanted some photographs of 

 animals from life, and the energy which 

 we put forth to obtain these was a con- 

 stant surprise and disturbance to Uncle 

 John and his co-loafers. They could 

 understand why one might trap an ani- 

 mal, but to let it go again unhurt, after 

 spending hours over it with a camera, 

 was a problem that required many 

 drinks and much quiet cogitation in 

 the shade of the office. 



For days we tried to get a wood- 

 chuck. At last we succeeded, and I 

 find this note written in my journal for 

 that date : — 



