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One eminent astronomer has quite lately gone so far as to declare that we no longer require observers of the heavens, but that their place can be better supplied by the gelatine plate of the photographer; and his words have been echoed by others not less able than himself.
There were here, in addition to Thompson, Edwin Weigel, a Chicago photographer; Edward Eyre Hunt, of "Collier's Weekly"; and the Dutch Vice-Consul. We heard the distant resounding Boom ... Boom ... Boom ... ed ... Boom ... Boom ... Boom.
"It's all I had," she said. "I remembered it the other day and I found it. A travelling photographer took it one day. He came to the village and every one was taken, father and all. It's very bad but it was the only one." "It's wonderful," said Martin, and truly it was wonderful. It had caught by a marvellous chance, in spite of its shabby faded darkness, the very soul of Maggie.
All the coach laughed on observing three yellow bristles standing up on the little gentleman's skull. In his turn, the Orleansville photographer struck in: "Yours must be a terrible profession, Monsieur Tartarin. You must pass some ugly moments sometimes. I have heard that poor Monsieur Bombonnel" "Oh, yes, the panther-killer," said Tartarin, rather disdainfully.
He knew me by reputation, and a note that I brought from Pougeot helped, and well, an hour later that photographer was ready to tell me the innermost secrets of his soul." "Eh, eh, eh!" laughed Tignol. "And what did he tell you?" "He told me he made this picture of Alice and the widow only six weeks ago." "Six weeks ago!" stared the other. "But the widow told you it was taken five years ago."
The term "photographic" used in this sense is rather unfair, for the photographer has become an artist by recognizing the fact that he too must select, etc.
Heller devoted most of his time to the gathering and preparation of small mammals. He joined our party late in July in China. Mrs. Andrews was the photographer of the Expedition. She had studied photography as an amateur in Germany, France, and Italy, as well as in New York, and had devoted especial attention to the taking of photographs in natural colors.
"But how did you know I was Jean Jacques Barbille?" he repeated. "Well, then it is quite easy," she replied with a laugh almost like a giggle, for she was quite as simple and primitive as her sister. "There is a photographer at Vilray, and Virginie got one of your pictures there, and sent, it to me. 'He may come your way, said Virginie to me, 'and if he does, do not forget that he is my friend."
John T. Nagle, at the time in charge of the Bureau of Vital Statistics in the Health Department, to tell him of it. Dr. Nagle was an amateur photographer of merit and a good fellow besides, who entered into my plans with great readiness. The news had already excited much interest among New York photographers, professional and otherwise, and no time was lost in communicating with the other side.
"Don't worry. Your enterprising photographer caught me twice before I knew it. And he got one of my cousin, Mrs. Van Tyle. She doesn't know it, though." "Good boy, Quillen. Now, if you'll begin at the beginning, Miss Frome, I'll listen to your story." When she had finished his eyes were gleaming. "It's the biggest scoop I ever got in on. Sounds too good to be true." Part 5
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