National Geographic : 1938 Apr
TWEEDSMUIR PARK: THE DIARY OF A PILGRIMAGE rnotograpn Dy A. a. Kealern COOKING THE CATCH ON A LAKE SHORE WHERE MAN HAD NEVER CAST A FLY Rainbow trout, game as salmon, were so abundant that any angler in the party could hook his daily limit of fifteen within an hour (page 465). Photograph by T. W. S. Parsons WHO'S AFRAID? This tiny rufous hummingbird, one of three species which visit the woodlands of British Columbia in summer, perches calmly in Lady Tweedsmuir's palm. Its brilliant plumage glows in the sunlight like a burning coal. Red blossoms attract hummingbirds and, had this one's hostess been wearing an artificial flower on her hat, her guest doubtless would be flitting about her head.