WILD LIFE ACROSS THE WORLD 



certain tree was ; so Brackenbury, to test the statement, 

 fired at the trunk of one, which was fully thirty-six inches 

 in diameter. The boy's word was certainly proved, for 

 the bullet from a .303 rifle went clean through. 



Afterwards we went on to the little river where we 

 had left our canoes ; but before we could make a 

 start the usual storm was on us, and in the end we 

 were compelled to camp there for the night. By 

 this time I was growing more than a little weary of 

 thunder and lightning. In addition to my own 

 personal point of view, the discomfort of being always 

 wet, there was the ever-present fear of getting my 

 apparatus and films damaged. As a matter of fact, 

 many pictures which cost me an infinite amount of 

 trouble to secure were ruined by the damp on this 

 expedition. Experience has since taught me a way to 

 preserve the results of my efforts with very Httle loss. 



The morning broke bright and clear, and we 

 hastened to get away, though it was not long before 

 black clouds, precursors of yet another storm, began 

 to roll up. It was terribly hard luck, for just as the rain 

 started Brackenbury called out to me from the other 

 canoe that there were some long-nosed monkeys in 

 the trees ahead. We paddled forward quickly, but 

 already it was too late. The monkeys remained — it 

 was the light that had gone. I tried for three-quarters 

 of an hour, but had no success, at least as regards 

 photography. Still, I got a fair view of the animals, 



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