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Up, Up, Up ! Pulled on our way for a time, then our com- 

 plaining- engine becoming weary, changed positions and pushed. 

 Finally, side-tracked, we were given an opportunity to rest and 

 take a longer look at the mountains while awaiting a down train. 



From the overhanging bank was a bush of the snowberry just 

 in the height of its beauty and covered with beautiful pink blos- 

 soms, while on the other side an open space was thickly dotted 

 with the purple blossoms of Pentstemon. 



Bird-life was not abundant in this parfof Utah, but a dove 

 flying across an open valley, seemed to carry my thoughts as it 

 passed to home and scenes more familiar. A dozen species 

 would easily cover all the birds I noted in the vicinity of Park 

 City. The fat grouud squirrels {Spermophilus arivatiis) startled 

 by the train would hasten to a safe distance and watch our pas- 

 sage with interest, while a tiny chipmunk would occasionally be 

 seen hastening, as for life, to the shelter of some rock, but nearly 

 always stopping to look back and utter its sharp chirp of protest 

 against pursuit. 



At 7 o'clock P.M. we were in Park City, a town with one street 

 on a level and all the rest either up or downhill, mostly up, sur- 

 rounded by mountains on all sides but one, and there a narrow 

 opening to the east. Great snow banks still lingered on the 

 mountains and Winter's icy breath was plainly felt after sunset. 

 The next day, June 24th, dawned bright and clear. After a glorious 

 night's rest in the mountain atmosphere one was fully ready to 

 note the beauties of the insect world and realize what a pleasant 

 thing it is to live. 



"Going a fishing, Mister?" was the first question. "You 

 won't catch many trout there," was the next salutation as I was 

 following the course of an irrigation stream and making numerous 

 sweeps with my net for the butterflies on blossoms near the bank. 

 : ' Catching grasshoppers for bait"? was the third, and so on, but 

 I couldn't stop to explain and satisfy the curiosity of all, and it's 

 my impression that many of the people remember me and always 

 will as an easterner who "wasn't quite right." The young 

 westerner is not less quick to see a bargain or to make money, 

 however, than the youth of older States, and not infrequent were 

 the calls made at my boarding house by boys with fruit cans full 

 of live butterflies which they wished to sell to the collector. 

 "Say, mister, here's a fine one"! some young naturalist would 



