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Title: The American annual of photography
Year: 1912 (1910s)
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Subjects: Photography
Publisher: New York : Tennant and Ward
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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he axe upon me—I might have fallenunder the blow and these lines might never have been written.It was not long ere my curiosity on this point was satisfied.A sawmill was erected in an adjacent field and after itsappearance on the scene my fellows one by one were sawndown, their branches lopped ofif, while the trunk was drawnby horses to this mill. Soon most of my companions were laid low, and I believeI would have shared the same fate, but the woodmen didnot think it would pay them to disturb me. At least thiswas what I gathered from a conversation two of them hadregarding me. We winna min this ane, will we, Geordie? Na, na; lat it stan; its jist a scantlin, an the win 11seen blaw it doon. So I was left with some others, scantlins like myself; and cold and dismal it was to one so accustomed to shelter and society. The wnntry winds did make war against me, and though some of my companions shared the fate predicted by Geordie, I with a supreme effort managed to weather the storms. 216
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Oer Me Like a Regal Jewel, CloudyRibbed the Sunset Bent. WILLIAM FINDLAY. When spring came I felt stronger than ever I did before,and my dress was of a richer hue and of more ample pro-portions than I had ever know^n it. In the leafy month of June picnic parties made merry inthe clearing which the woodmen had made, but none admiredmy beauty till a gentleman with a camera came along oneday with one of these companies. Ah ha! said he, here is something out of the ordinary;I must have a picture of this. Accordingly he photographed my companions and I. Theresult must not have been to his taste, or else the photographhad revealed to him new beauties in us, for not long after- 217 wards he came back alone and stayed quite a long time,almost until it was dark. And again he came, and yet again,and thus it is that I am telling you my story through him.Some of my companions fell during a storm in autumn, andwhen my friend came after this blast to see how we hadfared I could see by the look on h

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