CAMERA SHOTS AT BIG GAME 



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eral small bands had already crossed, so we quicky hid our- 

 selves as best we could among the rocks along the water's 

 edge. Away up yonder, another band was coming over the 

 summit of the canon wall, and we were still as mice. Wind- 

 ing and twisting in single file, over small ledges and down long 

 slopes they came on. Occasionally we could hear the fawns 

 bleating in a pitiful, complaining way, as if tired or separated 

 from the dams. I counted them as they scattered along the trail, 

 and found that they numbered an even sixty. Now they were 

 directly opposite, and without much ado the leaders marched 

 straight in and waded across. When they had reached the 

 rocks on the near side, I snapped the shutter and caught them 

 strung out clear across the river. (No. 18.) We waited all 

 the day, but no more appeared, so we returned to camp, hun- 

 gry after our long wait in the cold, to enjoy a hearty supper. 



Later in the month I got one more negative in the cedars 

 near home. I had the camera peeping over the top of a 

 cedar about three feet high, the low brush hiding me from 

 sight. A doe and two fawns came leisurely along until within 

 thirty feet, which was as near as I dared allow them. I made 

 a very faint noise, which their big ears caught (No. 23), and they 

 stopped instantly. The shutter snapped, and I cared not then 

 how quickly they fled. A year passed, and with a large camera 

 — 8 by 1 o — I again took the trail. Just where it comes across 

 a sage-brush park and skirts some cedars, and then dives into 

 the cedars, I select a place, and on looking up the trail behold 

 a swarm of deer coming over the hill. I must hurry, or they 



