ick 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.

"Pie-ous Time," answered Snap, and then dodged a tin cup the other
flung at him.

"We must try to reach Lake Cameron before night," said Shep, when
they were once more on the way. "I shouldn't care to camp out along
the river."

"Oh, you might find a