314 Recreations of a Sportsman 



Pinchot occasionally firing, I bombarding them 

 with my own camera and that of Governor 

 Pardee. As a contribution to niy skill as a 

 photographer Senator Flint stated later that he 

 observed me waving a film about my head as I 

 re-loaded the instrument, at an exciting moment. 

 I confess that I am no photographer; touching 

 the button is about the limit of my powers. 



When I worked or tried to work the Gov- 

 ernor's camera I fancy I piled up two or more 

 pictures on the same plate. I forgot to pull 

 something which it was absolutely necessary to 

 pull or left undone some trick that was a simple 

 essential. 



The camera was an expensive affair, one of 

 those simple complications that drive men who 

 despise machinery to the deep caves of despair. 

 All you had to do was to guess the distance, 

 but when I pulled the bellows out to the thirty- 

 foot mark, the Governor insisted that it was 

 fifty feet and proved his premise by reading rules 

 from a preposterous book of the Tuna Club. 

 Then there was something to push over; then 

 you locked the bellows, so that they would not 

 gradually sneak back to the ten-foot range. All 

 this attended to, if you had not forgotten to turn 

 the film from the last picture, you were ready 

 to point the camera at the killer and squeeze 

 the bulb. 



In the excitement of the moment I had all 



