It had gone so far that it might be off the plate
and from focus. It seemed so stupid and helpless that I decided
to risk a peep at the glass, and hastily removing the
plate and changing the shutter, a slight but most essential
alteration was made, everything replaced, and the bulb caught up.
There was only a breath of sound as I turned, and then I stood
horrified, for my Cecropia was sailing over a large elm tree in a
corner of the orchard, and for a block my gaze followed it skyward,
flying like a bird before it vanished in the distance, so quickly
had it recovered in fresh air and sunshine.
I have undertaken to describe some very difficult things, but I
would not attempt to portray my feelings, and three days later
there was no change. It was in the height of my season of field
work, and I had several extremely interesting series of bird
studies on hand, and many miscellaneous subjects. In those days
some pictures were secured that I then thought, and yet feel, will
live, but nothing mattered to me.
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