With a Kodak 2 1 1 



You take the head as a trophy for your den, 

 and the thousand pounds of flesh is left where 

 it fell, to be devoured by other wild beasts. 



Now let us look at the other side, — and I 

 am speaking from experience : is n't there a 

 sadness comes to you? Doesn't your con- 

 science smite you just a little after the ex- 

 citement has passed away? If not, you and 

 I are differently constituted. But as the 

 best argument, let us take you with us on a 

 kodak hunting-trip for big game. It is 

 far more fascinating, requiring, as suggested, 

 more skill and judgment, and contains the ele- 

 ment of danger to a greater extent than in 

 hunting to kill. 



After canoeing several days among beauti- 

 ful lakes, fringed to the water's edge with 

 pine, spruce, and hemlock, we pitched tent on 

 the shore of a magnificent body of water, of 

 the width of about a mile and double its own 

 width in length. The hills surrounding the 

 lake gently sloping to the edge, and the old 

 moss-covered logs extending into the water, 

 at times, especially when calm, made a com- 

 plete reflection, so continuous the keenest 



