CHAPTER VII 



(BY MRS. WALLIHAN) 



>E were camped in a narrow gulch, as near the 

 deer trails as we could find a good spot, so we 

 would have but a short walk to the trail, and at 

 the same time be far enough away so our tent 

 would not alarm the game. We were out early one fine 

 morning, Mr. Wallihan carrying both cameras to my chosen 

 waiting-place, while I carried the tripods and plate-holders. 

 He left me and went on to the top of a cedar-covered moun- 

 tain, where he intended to select a good place for his camera. 



I was left alone to set up my instrument and watch for the 

 deer with a field-glass. I could see them as they worked over 

 the hill, through the sage-brush, and then disappeared until 

 they came right out in front of me. (No. 31.) This band 

 was a very large one, but only seven came near. They scented 

 danger — you could tell it by the high heads and wild looks 

 of the band. It was weary waiting; for when the weather is 

 fine they feed along the trails slowly, and unless they are scared 

 by hunters we sometimes wait for hours before a deer is seen. 

 We have to be very watchful, having lost several fine pictures 

 by being caught ten or twenty feet away from the camera, the 

 deer being so close that any move would be followed by instant 

 flight. 



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