The Savannah morning news., 1904-10-13
HeIninr out the Fi.h Linr..


During a vacation in the Maine
woods I discovered a gold mine, so to
speak, that gave me my start in bust
ness" said a photographer whose name
is now on scores of pictures of stars
in the theatrical armament, according
to the Boston Post.
An uncle of mine had a farm In
the Rangely Lake district. had just
begun to get interested in amateur
work with a camera. so 1 took one
along with me. One day while I was
nshlng by the lake, with my camera
AM luncheon basket with me, two men
in a dugout came along.
Say, bub, said one of the men,
can you take pictures?'
Sure thing 1 replied.
Is that your string of fish?' asked
the other man.
Right again. I said.
I'm less than three minutes the deal
was fixed up. Those two Boston sports,
who had been fishing all day without
getting more than bite, posed in their
dugout, in all their fancy fishing toys.
My string of fish was hanging over
the side. One of them had his pole
over the side of the dugout, as though
waiting for a bite. The other was in
the act of hauling in a fish-one that
AoA caught oil HOuK DtlOIc. lOOA
three poses of them doing the heavy
sport act, and, later on, one showing
them sitting on bank, after a hard
mornings work, enjoying my lunch
con. Five dollars was my bride for the
string of fish and for holding my
tongue, and five more was promised
when l delivered the proofs next morn
ing.
The dead game sports were delight
ed. They ordered a dozen of each
negative, and mailed them to their
friends in the city-'just snapshot,
you know, taken by our guide More
than that, they took me fishing with
them for two days, and sent presents
of fish back to town to back up the
photographs.
II made a good thing and got an
idea. l established the reputation of
a dozen city sports that summer. My
old uncle was delighted. All the cum
ming of native New Highlander in
doing some greenhorn up came to the
surface.
You wait till fall he said to me,
and go north a few miles when the
fellers come shooting for deer and
moose. I'll go with We. We can make
quite penny, I'm thinking
The old man took me to place
where hunters in the north woods
stopped for a day or two on their
way back to Bangor. On the outskirts
of the town he put up a little log
shanty ana made it look for all the
world like a hunters cabin in the
heart of the wilderness. There was no
difficulty IN shooting a deer or two
and cub bear, which we stuffed.
THE first victim came along as soon
as we were ready for business. He
had been out three weeks and never
got a smell of a deer But we threw
one of ours across the back of his
pony, and he went back to the city
with photograph of himself Flooding
along on one side of it, and his guide
on the other. returning weary, but
triumphant, from a days chase. We
sold him fine pair of antlers to hang
in his dining room. He was only too
pleased to give us $25 for that job.
My uncle figured in about thirty
sporting pictures that fall. He was
guide, cook or anything else required.
Once ne made up as an Indian to
please a young chap who wanted to
tell about visit to the Ojlbways. The
graft worked so we'll that 1 went back
the next summer and did the same
thing. One of the men 1 helped to
make a valiant sportsman through
camera evidence gave me my start in
the business"