CAMERA SHOTS AT BIG GAME 73 



a mountain-lion track in the sand a day or two before. As I 

 walked briskly along under a big cedar, a very large owl, 

 who was sitting on a limb just above my head, flew out. 

 Imagine how it startled me, not seeing it, and with my mind 

 on the lions, whose den was just across the river. From 

 there on I almost ran until I came to the place where I was 

 to watch. Here was a large pile of driftwood and brush, and 

 I soon had the camera ready. Before long a small band came 

 down the well-worn trail, — first a doe and two fawns, then 

 three young bucks and another doe. They all started across 

 but the old doe, who stayed near the shore and watched them. 

 When they approached the large rock they scented danger and 

 turned back; and when they were in the midst of a mad race 

 for shore I snapped on them (No. 35), the doe still standing 

 as at first. 



The following morning the air was full of frost as we took 

 our way down the canon, and the rocks and banks were slip- 

 pery with ice, which retarded us quite a little in our walk of 

 a mile. When we came in sight of the trail a band of deer 

 were climbing the steep mountain side, so we had to wait un- 

 til they were out of sight. They soon disappeared, and we 

 hastened to our chosen places, and quickly made the cameras 

 ready. Another small band appeared on the top of the high 

 cliff, where there was a pass. Then they came out in full 

 view, jumping and running in haste to get to the river to 

 quench their thirst, for they had traveled a long way without 

 water. In this deep canon they hardly feared danger. While 



