256 BIRDS OF THE ROCKIES 



frequently turned to gaze with longing eyes upon the 

 snowy summits of the twin peaks, Gray\s all asmile in 

 the sunshine, and Torrey's — or did we only imagine 

 it ? — relenting a little now that he was looking upon 

 us for the last time. Did the mountains and the white- 

 crowns call after us, " Auf wiedersehen ! " or was that 

 only imao-ination too ? 



