PHOTOGRAPHING WILD LIFE 449 



which I had taken only the night before, on the 

 7th of April. This is Part II of the story. 



On September 12th, 1893, I entered the 

 Hunter's Cabin of the Chicago Exposition, 

 where a hunter was exhibiting photographs of 

 wild animals. He was addressing a group of 

 visitors and as I approached him he said: 



"I was the first to take photographs of wild 

 animals in their native surroundings," then paus- 

 ing a moment and extending his hand toward me 

 he continued, "excepting that man whom I met 

 years ago in the Rockies and again in Florida 

 engaged in the same work." This is Part III of 

 the story. 



In 1888 I was fishing for some weeks with 

 Joseph Jefferson on the Miramichi and I held my 

 camera ready for many an hour, hoping for a pic- 

 ture of a leaping salmon with Jefferson on the 

 plate if possible. My patience would have 

 lasted longer but for the insects which were blood- 

 thirsty and remorseless. Black flies, mosquitoes, 

 and sand flies, each one was worse than the others. 



