thirty feet of the best trail, when I caught a glimpse of a 

 horn and was instantly on the alert. Out walked a four 

 point buck, right where I wanted him, and stopped. Before 

 I could send the message from brain to hand to press the 

 bulb he stepped forward — stopping again four or five feet 

 ahead. Again did he move too quick. Thinking to stop 

 him I broke a small twig with my left hand ; quicker than 

 ever he bounded clear out of the view and ran off. In a 

 moment out stepped two more — a three point and a spike 

 buck. When they were at the right place I bleated like a 

 fawn, which stopped them right. When the shutter clicked 

 the spike buck squatted slightly but they did not move 

 until they looked as long as they wished, then passed on. 



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PLATE No. 17 



the trail they came without a halt until the water was 

 reached, when Mr. Wallihan secured this picture — No. 17. 

 Some of them were behind and hurrying to catch up. They 

 moved further up the river and commenced to cross. While 

 they were strung clear across, with some out on either side, 

 Mr. W. caught them again. They make a fine photograph 

 with the high mountains behind them covered with snow 

 and the rocks and river in the foreground. The snow 

 hanging on the cedars and brush helps to beautify the scene. 



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During the fore part of October, and after a few days' 

 trial near home when we met with but fair success, my 

 husband and I started with camp outfit for Bear 

 River to photograph deer as they cross the 

 river in Juniper Canon. At noon we were 

 in camp, our team taken care of, a 

 lunch disposed of and we were off. 

 Could anyone have seen us they would 

 have thought we were packed for a 

 trip across the continent ; they would 

 have been .mistaken, for we had only 

 a camera on each of our shoulders. I 

 wanted to try my hand at photograph- 

 ing game, so I had fixed up an old 

 camera for trial. What luck I have 

 had you will soon see. We had a 

 walk of about a mile beside the river's 

 edge, over rocks and sand, with the 

 sides of the canon nearly perpendicu- 

 lar, and finally reached our point laid 

 out for work. We set up the cameras 

 and waited a long time but no deer 

 came. The wind came up and it 

 turned very cold and we had to go to 

 camp. Before we could get our tent up it 

 was snowing and a high wind blowing. 

 Hurriedly gathering sage brush for fire and 

 putting it in the tent to keep dry, we were 

 soon ready for the night. My husband had to 

 cook the supper out in the storm. It was soon ready and 

 we drank our hot tea with venison, bread and butter, then 

 crawled into our blankets. I think I never was so cold in 

 my life. While I lay there shaking I could hear the patter 

 of the snow on the tent, while the wind kept up its howl. 

 I think I shook the harder from hearing it. Sleep came at 

 last. When I awoke it was most morning, the stars were 

 shining, all bright, like a child's face after a good cry ; we 

 were warm and comfortable. We got up before the sun and 

 found about three inches of snow. A hot breakfast with 

 hot coffee was soon dispatched. Just after sunrise we were 

 off for the trails. We soon reached them and had our 

 camera ready, Mr. Wallihan was hid behind his camera, 

 which was covered with gray cloth, while I hid behind a 

 rock. We watched for an hour I think. I know I got very 

 tired, as we had to look up hill 500 to 800 feet above us to 

 watch the trails. More than half the day was gone when a 

 band appeared at the top of the mountain above us. Down 



Next day, after taking Nos. 17 and 18, I was at the 



same place when this doe and fawn came down to cross. 



After quite a bit of looking and starting they finally struck 



out and swam nearly straight across. I turned the camera 



with them and sprung the shutter just as the doe struck 



footing and the fawn was still swimming. They landed and 



shook themselves for a minute, and climbed the 



mountain. It is quite amusing to watch a 



bunch take the water when the river is 



high. Some will wade deliberately in 



and start swimming easily, others will 



plunge in, and some leap as high and 



far out as possible, go clear under, bob 



up serenely, shake their heads and 



swim furiously for the other shore. I 



saw one swim half way across, turn 



down stream, and swim about 100 



yards to where a big boulder raised the 



water high. It went over this boulder 



and down out of sight for a rod or so, 



only to bob up and strike for shore, 



evidently having enough swimming 



for the time. 



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MRS. WALLIHAN 



I had waited long and patiently 

 one morning, when I saw the gleam of 

 the sun on a pair of horns through the 

 cedars. With nerves all of a tremor I 

 watched to see if he' would keep on the trail 

 he was on, which passed about sixty feet from 

 me — but no — he turns directly toward me and 

 comes panting down the trail until within sixty 

 feet, when I bleated like a fawn, at which he instantly 

 stopped, with his mouth wide open, as he had evidently 

 been running and was very fat. The click of my shutter 

 told me that I had his shadow hard and fast, so when he 

 had looked and I had admired him as much as I liked, I 

 moved my hand and he was gone — almost like magic. 

 Satisfied for the day, I packed my camera and was soon 

 riding over the hills for home. 



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The next day or so I was at the same place when 

 three bucks came on the farther trail and I caught them just 

 when the central one was behind a cedar top and the hind 

 one was feeding. The one in the lead was the largest — a 

 fine fat fellow — and when the shutter clicked he flinched a 

 trifle, which they are quite apt to do when any cracking or 

 snapping noise reaches their great mule ears. And it does 

 not have to be very loud for them to hear. Noises that 



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