An Old Negative. 



stream ! Though you made many snap-shots of choice bits of 

 scenery, it was impossible to portray the wondrous tints of 

 autumn colors that lined the hillsides or the velvety green 

 sward and mossy rim at the old spring where you ate your 

 lunch. On and on you tramped over hill and dale, until, just 

 as the sun touched the tree tops in the west, you reached the 

 old foot bridge. Leaning upon the rail, you gazed down on the 

 placid waters of the little brook. Reflected in its quiet depths 

 were the azure-tinted heavens and fleecy clouds that drifted 

 like shadows over its reflecting bosom." What a scene, and 

 what a day ! How precious the memories of that autumn day 

 stroll, so plainly told by this old plate ! 



Now, my dear friend, do you wonder that I like my 

 camera? I know that some of my friends think that I am a 

 kind of. a crank, because I spend so much time and money on 

 my camera, but it is because they do not understand. They are 

 not Nature lovers and do not understand that the camera is 

 a means to an end. 



"Oh pity those who cannot see 



God's image in the flower, 

 Xor yet perceive the soul in song, 



Xor thrill at music's power." 



Northwestern Sportsman. 



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