IN THE BITTER ROOT MOUNTAIN'S 



II. S. GARFIELD, M.I). 



Editor Recreation: Our party returned 

 to Pendleton August 29th. All were well 

 and we had a grand time in the Bitter Root 

 mountains. 



Owing to an unfortunate aecident to our 

 large camera, which occurred soon after 

 leaving civilization, we had to do all our 

 work with the Baby Wizard. This crippled 

 the artistic capacity of the party sadly; but 

 we made some efforts with the little cam- 

 era and mail you such pictures as seem 

 most likely to interest you. • 



We found the greatest elk country I ever 

 saw; and next season we will go there and 

 give you photos of live elk, deer, and bear. 

 We shall get moose there also, but do not 

 hope to be able to photograph any of them 

 alive. We shall set up a large camera, at 

 the great salt licks, and watch it, by relays, 

 until we get the pictures we want. 



We camped at the cabin where Mr. Carlin 

 was snowed in, while hunting elk, in 1895. 

 There is a warm spring y 2 mile above this 

 cabin, on Wild creek, which has been used 



AMATEUR 1'HOTO BY DR. H. S. GARFIELD. 



HALF ASLEEP. 



Young Franklin grouse. Distance, 7 feet ; time, 2 seconds. 



These subjects are extremely difficult, 

 and were secured only after great labor and 

 many disappointments. I sacrificed every 

 other detail to the birds in the foreground; 

 and did so purposely, to get them as large 

 and as lifelike as such a subject could be 

 made with the apparatus in hand. 



It is needless to say I am going into the 

 Bitter Roots again next year, and will go 

 fixed to bring out some grand pictures. 



AiVIATEUR PHOTO BY DR. H. S. GARFIELD. 



FRANKLIN GROUSE. 

 Distance, 7 feet ; time, 2 seconds. 



by elk, for ages. There is no difficulty, 

 whatever, in getting all the elk any reason- 

 able man could want, in a few days' hunt- 

 ing at this cabin, in September. 



There are three groups of warm springs 

 near here, the Upper, Lower and Middle. 

 From the upper to the lower is about 12 

 miles; and the middle spring is about 6 

 miles from either. 



We got all the game and fish we wanted, 

 and several times merged closely on the 

 domain of the game and fish hogs, whom 

 you so promptly hit on the heads with your 

 editorial mallet, every time they are brought 

 to your notice. We tried, however to quit 

 in time, and wasted none of our game. We 

 quit when we had enough. 



" Here's a telegram about your Montana 

 uncle; he has just died with his boots on." 



"Well, he always was horribly lazy; I 

 suppose he wanted his poor wife to have 

 the trouble of pulling them off." 



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