Hunting with a Kodak 213 



vision could scarce distinguish where the real 

 ended, and the reflection began. 



After the usual routine of making camp 

 and a hearty supper, and after the pipe of 

 peace had been passed around, the mighty 

 nimrods discussed the elements, — the moon, 

 the wind and stars — and as the first was dis- 

 appearing behind the western hills sallied 

 forth in search of big game armed to the teeth 

 with an Eastman repeater and flash-light pow- 

 der to burn. Silently, slowly, and stealthily, 

 we moved along the margin of the lake with 

 " Jack " in the bow, searching every nook and 

 corner for a sight of the quarry. 



Were you ever alone at night in the castle 

 of the woods, among the strange and fantas- 

 tic shapes which the trees make of themselves 

 in the dark? Have you had that mysterious, 

 uncanny feeling, and had the keen tension of 

 every nerve break at some unusual noise? On 

 the lake in a canoe, you approach this castle 

 from the outside, the trees outlining its tall 

 towers and battlements against the sky; your 

 eyes follow the searchlight to the blank wall; 

 you expect everything, and are alarmed at 



