“Why not say lionish?” questioned Shep.

“Aren’t you going to hunt at all?” demanded the boy who loved to exaggerate.

“Of course,” drawled Giant.   “I am going to hunt ants, and June bugs,
and horseflies, and worms, and-----”

“Oh, come off!” growled Whopper.  “You know what I mean.”

“To be sure we’ll hunt,” said the doctor’s son.  “But the cameras are going ahead of the guns this trip.”

“Speaking of cameras and worms puts me in mind of something I heard yesterday,” said Snap.  “It’s about trick photography.  An amateur photographer showed a picture he had of what looked like a fierce snake on a rail fence.  By and by he gave the trick away.  The snake was nothing but a garden worm wound around some little sticks and toothpicks, and the picture had been snapped at close range.”

“That’s like a trick picture I heard about, taken on two plates,” said Giant.  “It was one of a man wheeling himself in a wheelbarrow.”

“I know of three fellows who took a queer-looking picture,” said Whopper.  “Now, this is true,” he continued, noticing the others look of doubt.  “They got an oilcloth sign, a square one, and then one fellow got up on another fellow’s shoulders.  The two fellows held the sign in front of them while the third chap took the picture.  When the photo was printed it looked as if the boy carrying the sign was about nine feet high.”

“I heard of that in a different way,” said Snap.  “A fellow out in the country took two horses back of a henhouse.  He had the head of one horse sticking beyond one end of the henhouse and the hind legs of the second horse sticking out at the other end, and the picture looked as if that horse was fifteen or twenty feet long.”

On they went along the river, past Pop Lundy’s orchard, where they had once had quite an adventure.  It was rather warm, but a light breeze cooled those at the oars.  Snap and Giant rowed for about a mile and were then relieved by their chums, and thus they changed about until it was time for lunch, when they ran ashore at an inviting spot.

“Rowing makes a fellow hungry,” observed Whopper.  “I think I can eat at least fifteen sandwiches, not to mention some cake and a few pieces of pie.”

“Perhaps you want the whole lunch yourself,” said Snap.  “Well, you don’t get it.”

“Anybody want coffee?” asked Shep.  “If so we’ll have to start up a fire.”

“Don’t bother to-day.  Water is good enough,” said Giant, and so they rested in the shade of the trees and ate their sandwiches and a pie Mrs. Caslette had baked for them, washing the food down with water from a handy spring.

“I am going to take my first picture,” said Snap, and made the others get in a group, each with a piece of pie in his hand.  He took a snapshots and then marked the picture in a book he had brought along for that purpose.

“What do you call it?” asked Whopper.