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successful, a picture of the high point of his own ability as a hunter. He soon learns that the capture of even a landscape under just the right lighting conditions contains as much thrill as the bagging of a flock of ducks.
To the man, who is adventurously inclined, the hunt for pictures will lead him as far afield and into as many thrills as he used to find in the days when he packed a gun and thought that a photographer was an old gentleman who hid his head in a dark cloth and amused children by showing them a "birdie."
Earl} in July in 1913, having finished all of the cultivating that Avas necessary for that summer on my ranch in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains in Washington, I decided that the time was ripe for a vacation. It Avas not difficult to sell the same idea to a neighboring rancher, so hitching up a pair of cayuse and throwing in the camp equipment and grub for two Aveeks Ave climbed into the buckboard and started for Mt. Adams, a beautiful snow-capped peak of Southern Washington. An all day trip over mountain roads brought us to the little town of Trout Lake. The next day, after having obtained three pack horses and a packer, Ave saddled our oAvn ponies and started for the mountains in earnest.
For three days Ave camped at Cold Springs, getting used to the six-thousand-foot elevation before attempting a bigger climb, and on the 13th of July Ave craAvled out of our blankets at one o'clock in the morning to a breakfast of salt pork and lyonnaise potatoes (Avhat a combination for a mountain climber), and headed for the summit, seven thousand feet above us.
As this is not a story of a mountain climb Ave will not go into the details of that particular day save to state that Avhen we reached the first summit, at an elevation of 11,500 feet, it Avas then tAvo o'clock in the afternoon and although it Avas July, a terrific blizzard Avas whirling about the middle summit, which Avas still 800 feet above us. The wind shoAved its strength in picking up and hurling my sixty -pound collie dog forty feet before he was able to regain his footing in the suoav. All chances
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