The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1897-09-04
SHY OF THE CAMERA.

rOubIe of an Amateur In Getting n
Snap Shot MT Some squaws.
They're out here now, just across the
street, Where's my kodak? Quicki"
The impassioned speaker was one of the
lady guests of the Hotel Adams; the
place was the hotel lobby. What or
who were across the street was a sub
iect of conjecture. Clerk Pierce darted
behind his desk. He emerged with a
kodak, which the lady breathlessly as
sured him was loaded for an emergency.
She ran out of the lobby, and Mr.. Pierce
carried the kodak concealed behind him
like a wary but inexperienced hunter
stalking a deer, as if he wished to dis
arm the animal of suspicion and o n
vince it that he was approaching with
pacific intentions.
The lady relieved Mr.. Pierce of the
camera. They" whoever they" were,
were not visible to the unaided eye.
The lady crossed the street to the Good
ing building. When she had almost
reached the west side of it a squaw
carrying an ola on her head came
around the corner. AS soon as she saw
the kodak she vanished with a cream
The lady with the kodak hadn't time to
take a snap shot. but she went on to the
corner of the building. She adjusted
the kodak, and in ten minutes more
would have had a negative. But she
suddenly turned and ran toward the
hotel, pursued by three squaws, each
armed with n stick of a club. The
squaws turned, ran across the street to
"a fruit stand, and stood III the shade,
where they We're reasonably protected
against kodak assaults.
Mr.. Boomer offered himself as a vol
unteer TO procure the picture. He took
the kodak and began maneuvering
around the squaws, giving them more
serious cause for alarm than they al
ready had, for he handled the camera
as II it were a shotgun. They remained
in the shade, however, turning upon
him occasionally, brandishing their
sticks.
"Drive them out into the su1," cried
the young lady who had melted the
trouble. She stood in u safe place under
one of the porches, partly concealed by
one of the pillars. Get on the other
side of them and drive them out! Point
the camera at them. They're afraid of
til" But they wouldn't drive.
''Why don't you go, Josie, and take
their pictures?" asked an elderly lady
sitting in a carriage. 81 goi" echoed
Josie. "I'm afraid of them. Didn't you
see them shaking their sticks?"
Finally Mr.. Boomer corralled the
squaws in the confectionery store. The
young lady then went across the street
and resumed the kodak. She drew a
bead on one of the squaws through an
open window. The squaw ran out of the
door. The young lady ran to the front
of the building and the squaw ran back
and concealed herself behind a door
pest. The young lady moved around
and got in range again. The squaw
moved out of range. They kept up this
game of hide-and-seek until the sun
went down, and the glass upon which
that negative was intended to be taken
was still clear and unmarked. One of
the many superstitions of the Indians
is that Il photograph brings bad lnck.
Some of them are induced by gifts to
disregard the superstition. 1t some
times happens that nm Indian whose
picture has been taken and placed on
exhibition in curio stores dies. His
relatives request that the photograph
he destroyed, or at least removed from
sight.-Arizona Republican.