The rather clumsy boat turned slowly toward shore, and a little later had “poked her nose,” as Russ expressed it, against a luxuriant growth of tropical vegetation, in the midst of some low palms and gigantic ferns.

The moist smell of earth and plants, and the odor of flowers was borne on a gentle breeze.

It was a lonely spot, and just what Mr. Pertell wanted for this particular play.  On the way up the stream they had passed several small settlements, and the population, consisting mostly of colored folk, had rushed down to the crude landings to stare with big eyes at the passing steamer.

“Everybody ashore!” called the manager, when the boat had been made fast.

“Oh, but we can’t go through there!” complained Mr. Bunn, who, in attempting to make his way into the deeper part of the woods, had suffered the loss of his tall hat several times, low branches having knocked it off.

“Wait, I’ll send some of the hands ahead with axes to clear the way,” offered the steamer captain.  “It’ll be easier going, then.”

This was done, and the moving picture players found it no trouble at all to make their way along the hewn path to where a little grove of palms, in a pretty glade, offered the proper scenic background for the pictures.

“This is just the place!” cried the manager.  “Russ, set your camera up here, and you’ll get the sun just right.  Now, everybody attention!” and he carefully explained what he wanted done.

The play concerned the elopement of a pretty Southern girl, the pursuit by her father, her subsequent marriage, and the forgiveness of her parents.  One of the scenes showed the young couple fleeing through the wilderness, and coming to rest beneath the palms, while the pursuers searched in vain for them.

“You’re one of the lovers who has been disappointed by the elopement, Mr. Towne,” said Mr. Pertell, in giving his directions.  “When I give the word you must come running along there, so the camera will show you alone.”

“But I may fall in there,” objected the actor, as he pointed you to a small, muddy stream along the path he was to take.

“You must look out for that,” the manager replied.  “In fact, I don’t know but what it would be good business to have you fall in.  It would seem more realistic.”

“I absolutely refuse to fall in with this new suit on!” cried Mr. Towne, as he glanced at his while flannels.

“Oh, very well, then,” conceded the manager.

Russ had his camera in readiness, and, after making views of the two lovers beneath the palms, he called: 

“All ready for you, Mr. Towne,” and he focused his camera in another direction.

The well-dressed actor came on.

“Oh, run faster!” commanded Mr. Pertell, impatiently.  “Act as though you meant it.  Put some spirit in it.  You are supposed to be desperate because your sweetheart has gone off with another man.  You look as though you didn’t care!”