With a Kodak 215 



grated harshly on the nerves of the excited, for 

 by this time we were fully prepared to see the 

 object of our search. Lo! just in front of 

 us could be seen four shining objects like balls 

 of fire signalling us towards them. Nearer 

 and nearer we came, and the old stag could be 

 seen pawing the water with his front feet, 

 whistling and snorting defiance to the mys- 

 terious object that has dared to invade his 

 feeding ground. Beside him stood the grace- 

 ful doe, sniffing the air, — erect, dazed, and as 

 if transfixed to the spot, without a motion or 

 quiver, looking straight at the light. 



The critical moment has come, and with 

 the bow of the boat pointed straight for 

 the quarry, so as to bring it within the 

 field of vision, the deer poses for his pic- 

 ture, as the flash lights up the scene — hur- 

 riedly deciding him then, as he takes to the 

 woods for safety. The keenest anxiety now 

 prevails in anticipation of what the film will 

 reveal, and if a good picture is obtained what 

 a joy and pride is there! and the interest 

 becomes more eager as the instrument is re- 

 loaded for another snap-shot, — for there is no 



