CHAPTER VII 



HUNTING BIG GAME WITH A KODAK 



THE middle of August found us on our 

 way into the interior of Canada sup- 

 plied with the necessary ammunition for kill- 

 ing anything from a bull moose to a grouse. 

 In previous hunting trips I had entered the 

 kingly dominion armed with a fifty-dollar 

 license and lead enough to sink an ordinary 

 canoe; but a change of heart had revolution- 

 ized my method of hunting, and I had come 

 firmly to believe that there is manifold more 

 pleasure in hunting with a kodak than with a 

 .30-30 repeater, because it requires more skill 

 and judgment to take the picture of game 

 than to kill, and the after-effect cannot be 

 compared for many reasons. Ambition is 

 satisfied with the killing, but to the true lover 

 of the wilds there is always a pang of sorrow. 

 The trophy, to be sure, brings back to one's 



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