222 WILD LIFE AND THE CAMERA 



not but regret that owing to the lack of light, for 

 it was after sunset, it was not possible to secure a 

 photograph of such an unusual sight. Another 

 rabbit came into our camp, eating bunchberry leaves 

 and hopping about in a most unconcerned way 

 alongside of the fire and all about us, not even 

 being frightened when I walked away to our tent 

 for the camera ; and, though the light was not very 

 good, I got three fairly satisfactory pictures. 



After all, the catching of fish is by no means 

 the only pleasure one derives from a fishing trip. 

 There are so many things of interest that one can- 

 not see any but the most conspicuous, and the time 

 goes so quickly that even these are not half seen 

 or enjoyed. Most people altogether miss what is, 

 perhaps, the greatest enchantment of the early 

 summer woods — the half hour preceding the dawn 

 of day, when the birds fill the air with their morn- 

 ing song. 



Neither of us had ever seen the twelve or fifteen 

 pounders that people tell of, and until we do we 

 will come back and try again for the three or four 



pounders of the T River, and perhaps we may, 



even yet, catch our elusive friend McGinty. 



