HUNT WITH A CAMERA. 



Hunter, why tread upon Nature's domain, 



To frighten away, to kill and to lame! 

 "Only for sport" you answer me, 



But where the sport I cannot see. 



Is it sport to see creatures bleed and die 



Sport to watch the dispairing eye, 

 To have the wounded live in pain 



That you a moment's joy may gain? 



Lay down the gun, and camera take 

 There is more to be had for sports sweet sake 



Unlike the perishable clay 

 The image will not pass away. 



The wild bird has no blood upon her breast, 



No young are left to perish in the nest, 

 Beside the lake the wild doe feeds, 



Nor with her life blood stain the reeds. 



Still shall the quail whistle in joyful tune, 

 The wild goose lead his flock from zone to zone, 



Back to her nest the duck will come, 

 Again the grouse shall beat his drum. 



The artist with nature walks hand in hand, 



The flame of his desire by her is fanned, 

 With no slaughter his hands are stained, 



She has not lost what he has gained. 



Intent to kill awakes animal desires, 



Love of Nature the soul of man inspires, 

 God speed the time when every one 



Shall use a lens and leave the gun. 



Hatta Washburn. 



