Photographing Wild Game 



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The bird left the nest on the eleventh day 



waters of the lake or river. The paddle 

 sends the slight boat ahead so easily that 

 no sound is heard except a gentle ripple, 

 unnoticeable a boat's length away. The 

 wooded banks arc wrapped in deepest 

 shadow, only the sky-line along the crest 

 showing their course. 



At the bow of the boat the bright eye 

 of the jack-light is turning from side to 

 side, cutting a channel of light through 

 the waves of darkness, showing, as it 

 sweeps the banks, the trunks of trees and 

 tracery of foliage with wonderful dis- 

 tinctness. 



