144 A Hunting Trip 



a beautiful girl and life's future had much in 

 store for me. When the war broke out, I 

 enlisted in the Southern army, was captured 

 and sent North, as a prisoner of war. In 

 due time I escaped into Canada ; and after the 

 close of the war returned home to find that 

 things were not the same. No; I shall never 

 marry." Thus, and with this brief account, 

 we left the hermit in his happiness, and re- 

 turned ourselves towards civilization; be- 

 fore we parted, by request he posed for his 

 picture with all the pride of a blushing school 

 girl; but unfortunately the photograph was 

 not good. 



The camera several times almost got us into 

 trouble. There seemed to be a well-seated 

 antipathy towards the kodak fiend, and from 

 what could be learned a superstition was pre- 

 valent among the natives that to come under 

 its power foreboded bad luck. One day, in a 

 market-place, the writer with his kodak in 

 hand observed an old lady seated on a barrel 

 serving hot tamales, soup, etc., to three Mex- 

 icans seated on a bench in front of her with 

 their large sombreros and blankets wrapped 



