THE CAMERA-MAN'S DAY 



panther which he took for the step of a buzzard. 

 His getting up to replenish the fire frightened 

 the brute which fled to the pass. The tracks led 

 straight from far down the coast, but they wan- 

 dered about as they approached our camp, as if 

 the big cat were in doubt whether to keep on his 

 journey, or stop and eat us on the way. 



The tarpon had returned to Captiva Pass and 

 the Camera-man did a big day's work, emptying 

 his plate-holders twice of hopefully-exposed sen- 

 sitive plates. When the last plate had been ex- 

 posed he said: 



"Hadn't we better move on south? We have 

 photographed the Charlotte Harbor tarpon 

 within an inch of his life. We've got him in over 

 two hundred attitudes, upside down, right side 

 up, and inside out. We have pictured him eat- 

 ing smaller fish and being eaten by bigger ones. 

 We have views of canoe-men taking him aboard 

 their little craft and of his knocking the canoe 

 endways and kicking them overboard. We have 

 nailed him so high in the air that we have got to 

 paint wings on him to keep out of the Ananias 

 Club." 



An hour later we were hunting channels in 

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