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RECREA TION. 



WHERE IS MY DINNER? 



The chipmunk gave me a chance for a snap 

 shot as he descended. 



No. 3 was gotten by baiting a little bush 



until the little rodent got -to going there 

 regularly. This picture is chiefly interest- 

 ing in showing the manner of holding on to 

 a limb with his feet. 



It required, in the aggregate, several days 

 to get these 3 pictures. We were in per- 

 manent camp, near Elk Summit lake, and 

 baited the various birds and animals of that 

 region regularly. We did not shoot near 

 camp, at any time, and in fact did every- 

 thing possible to get acquainted with our 

 native neighbors, and to encourage them to 

 visit us in our camp. In future issues of 

 Recreation I shall tell you how we cul- 

 tivated the acquaintance of other denizens 

 of the hills, and shall show you many beau- 

 tiful portraits of them. 



Gentle reader, you will never know all 

 the pleasures of the chase until you learn 

 to leave your gun at home; to hunt solely 

 with your camera, and. to allow your sub- 

 jects to live after you have shot them. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY W. C. SLEIGHT. 



SUGARING OFF. 



AMATEUR I'HOTO BY B. C. PACKER 



RETURNING TO THE RANCH. 

 Bull's-eye camera, Eastman film. 



Mildred — Jack said he saw us on the 

 street together one day, and I looked per- 

 fectly lovely. 



Clara (sweetly) — I can't imagine what 

 day it could have been. 



