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July 1, 1922
THE AMERICAN CINEMATOGRAPHER
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in the heart of the wilderness in the Little Pond Oreille (pronounced Pon-de-ray) country, traveling by bobsleighs to the end of the roads and then by snowshoes and dog sleighs.
The results are that Miss Shipman’s forthcoming picture, “The Grub Stake, ’ promises to have some real thrillers in the way of snow scenes.
The cameramen, J. B. Walker, and myself, got a wonderful kick out of it, too. For several weeks running we never moved outside our cabins, without snowshoes. We gdt to be experts in the art of manipulating them, and in setting cameras on mountainsides and on top of six feet of snow. Some different from hardwood floors.
There were times when the cameras got away from us and wenit almost out of sight into the soft snow, and then we had some job digging them out.
Our camp was a homesteader’s place on the shores of a large mountain-locked lake, but the water was frozen over with three feet of ice, and on top of this several feet of snow, so that it was almost impossible to tell where the lake was. We lived in cabins which had been erected by the homesteader for the accomodation of fishermen in the summer, and were first class. His wife furnished the meals and I want to say we learned what eating real country grub really is.
We were usually up at break of day, or before, and ready to move onto location by 6:30 o’clock in the morning. First all the equipment and the company was loaded into big horse-drawn bobsleds, which carried us for several miles over mountain
roads, where the horses walked on the snow crust of the road, three or four feet above the ground.
Coming to the place where we were ready to leave the road, all the equipment would be loaded into dog sleds pulled by long teams of malemutes. We would then go to the base of the mountain on which we were to work, over the top of the unbroken snow.
Going up the mountain was a different story. The dog teams could not pull the loads up the steep and rough grades, so that we, including cameramen, staff and members of the cast, loaded ourselves down with everything we could carry, and mushed up to the top on our snow shoes. Mt. Baldy is an infant compared to whait we ran up against.
Once in a while there would be a call for help, and some member of the company would vanish from sight under the snow. Then there was the excitement of digging him out.
After we were on location, the first thing was (to find something solid on which to set the cameras; and sometimes this was a hard task, so we got to carrying boards for the tripod points as we could not put snowshoes on them. And And then sometimes after we were all set a storm would come up and last the rest of the day, and the same (thing had to be done all over.
Patience is a virtue of the cameraman, though, and we came out of the wilderness with some real snow pictures— blizzards, snow storms on mountain tops, sunset over the mountain ranges — everything that the most gorgeous winter scenery could offer.
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