In the Bush with a Camera. 



By the Editor. 



jOWHERE in the world perhaps is the forest 

 scenery more beautiful than in British Guiana. 

 Along the banks of the creeks, where the 

 sun can find an opening, vegetation is so rampant and 

 diverse, that every bend opens up a new pi6lure. How 

 few even of the inhabitants of the colony have had 

 opportunities of observing these, and even when such 

 occur, how many are prevented by the discomforts of a 

 journey in a small craft in which they are cramped for 

 room and exposed perhaps to drenching rains. To us 

 however the very odour of the forest brings up memories 

 of some of the pleasantest hours of our life. True, we 

 have suffered from a great many inconveniences, but 

 after all what were they? Rain, ants, jiggers, and 

 sand-flies constituted the most important and they were 

 nothing to grumble at. As for centipedes and scorpions, 

 jaguars and poisonous snakes, these are rare or difficult 

 to find and only frighten the ignorant. We have often 

 thought it a pity that some of these beautiful pi6lures 

 cannot be perpetuated by the Camera. When we look 

 at most of the book illustrations of tropical scenery, we 

 see that they have simply been evolved from the imagi- 

 nation of the artist. Why not take some photographs, 

 and have them reproduced in place of these ? Why 

 indeed ! We are unfortunately hardly worthy of the 

 name of amateur photographers, and although we have 

 some idea of the laws of optics and the theory of the 



