SHY PELICANS 



hotel, which was a couple of miles away, but made a 

 camp of our own. To my relief the morning was fine, 

 so I turned at once to see if I could get pictures of 

 some of the pelican I had noticed down by the water- 

 side. On my way I had to cross the wooden bridge 

 spanning the outlet of the lake. On this several 

 people were fishing. Apparently they were enjoying 

 extremely good sport ; in fact, you could actually 

 see numbers of large fish waiting to be caught. 

 Unfortunately, very few of those taken proved to be 

 fit to eat, on account of the fact that they were infested 

 by parasites. 



I tried my utmost to get within range of the 

 pelicans, but found that they were very shy, which 

 surprised me, as of course they are never interfered 

 with by mankind. At the hotel, where I now went, 

 I was told that every day some twelve bears were 

 certain to come down and investigate the refuse heap, 

 which was about four hundred yards from the building. 

 This sounded most promising, but the animals did not 

 seem to fancy the camera. At any rate, their attitude 

 was very far from being friendly, and in the end I had 

 to beat a retreat, having used only a few feet of film. 



Leaving the surly scavengers to the enjoyment 

 of their dust-bin meal, I went deeper into the wood, 

 sat down on a fallen tree-trunk, and waited. Before 

 long a bear came wandering round, and I got a very 

 nice study of him. A little later a she-bear arrived 



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