"My grandfather's rustic old farm was even more spectacular than the countryside around Indianapolis, for the land that was not planted in corn and wheat was a thriving wilderness. The dark woods swarmed with squirrels, chipmunks, weasels, opossums, and raccoons. There were foxes too, but I only caught a brief glimpse of one - a flash of red streaking along a picket fence - and in seconds he disappeared into the brush. Animals have always been of special interests to me. My first visit to a zoo was on a trip to Cincinnati. I wanted to make the most of it, so I spent all the money I had saved from selling newspapers to buy film for a small box camera, hoping to get a picture of every animal there. Our day at the FOX ALONG PICKET FENCE
zoo was just right for picture taking, and I went clicking merrily away through the whole afternoon, never suspecting that the shutter wasn't working. Not a single one of the pictures turned out. But not all was lost, for I learned a lesson from that deceitful little camera, and on future trips to the zoo I was armed with a sketch pad and pencil. Then if the pictures didn't turn out I had only myself to blame."
His grandfather's farm house in southern Indiana. Finished in 1880