The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1904-11-11
Helping Out the Fish Liars.

During a vacation in the Main
woods I discovered a gold mine, so -
speak, that gave me my start in BUSH
ness said a photographer whose nam
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
h Rangely Lake district. / had Just
begun to get interested in amateur
work with a camera, SO l took one
along with me. One day while l was
fishing by the lake, with my camera
and luncheon basket, with me, two men
in a dugout came along.
Say, bub,' said one of the men,
can you take pictures?'
"Sure thing I replied.
lis that your string of fish, asked
the other a
fright again. / said.
In less than three minutes the deal
was fixed up. Those two Boston sports,
who had been fishing all day without
getting more than a bite, posed in their
dugout, in all their fancy fishing toys.
My string of fish was hanging over
liz SiuC OiC Ol llSIh Udu liz po'S
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
1 had caught an hour before. 1 took
three poses of them doing the heavy
sport act, and. later on, one showing
them sitting on a bank, after a lard
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 I delivered the proofs next morn
ing.
1.-The dead game sports were delight
ed. They ordered a dozen of each
negative, and mailed them to their
friends in the city-just a 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.
Il made a good thing n got an
idea. 1 established the reputation of
a dozen city sports that summer My
old uncle was delighted. All the cum
ming Of a native New Englander in
doing some greenhorn up came to the
surface.
"fYou 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 a penny. I'm thinking
The old man took me to a place
where hunters in the north woods
stopped for a day or two on their
way back to Bangor. On the outskirts
of fho Tnu-n 10 49, Is.,T -
shanty, and 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 a cub bear. which was stuffed.
THE first victim came along as soon
as We were ready for business. He
had been u three weeks and never
got a smell of a deer. But we threw
one of ours cross the back of his
pony, and he went back to the city
with a photograph of himself plodding
along on one side of it, and his guide
on the other, returning weary, but
from a days chase. We |
sold him a fine pair of antlers to hang |
in his dining roo. He was only too
pleased to give US s25 for that job.
MY uncle fifigured in about thirty |
pictures that fall. He was |
guide, cook or anything else required. |
he made up as an Indian to |
please a young chap who wanted to |
tell about a visit to the Ojibways. The |
graft worked SO we'll that I went back |
the next summer and did the same |
thing. One of the men I helped to |
a valiant sportsman through |
camera evidence gave me my start in |
the business" |