THE BOOK OF THE TARPON 



was lacking, but the sun shone squarely on those 

 silvery scales which reflected its dazzling rays 

 back to our enchanted eyes. 



"Did you ever see so radiant a picture?" asked 

 the Camera-man, forgetting his duty to his rod. 



"Never!" I replied, "and you won't again if 

 you don't take in the slack of your line." 



As the line tautened the fish jumped and dart- 

 ing away kept me busy with the paddle while my 

 companion was fully occupied with his reel. 

 When the pace slackened I continued: 



"I've been so busy with the rod that I haven't 

 had a chance to enjoy the show. I'm getting my 

 innings now, though." 



"So am I. I never before understood what 

 an incubus the camera was. I was so busy look- 

 ing for pictures for others that I couldn't see any 

 for myself." 



"But don't you wish you had a negative of that 

 splendid leap in the full blaze of the sun with 

 these perfect surroundings?" 



"I already have a better picture of it all than 

 any camera could make. My picture was taken 

 in colors and the angle of my lens was 360 de- 

 grees." 



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