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BIRD-LIFE IN WESTERN CANADA 



I determined to watcli them until tlieir morning walk was 

 conchided. But at tlie end of three hours, my artist-com- 

 l)anion, Louis Fuertes, arrived, with news of the discovery 

 not only of a Ptarmigan's nest l)nt of that of a Pipit, also. 



I had long l)efore exposed my last plate on the singularly 

 tame birds with which T had been spending the morning, but 

 sad experiences with birds' nests left until "to-morrow," 



" Almost permitted us to stroke her " 



induced me to return to camp for a fresh supply and at once 

 follow my fortunate guide across a snowfield — where a bear 

 had i)i-eceded us the night before — to be introduced to the 

 little brown bird in the heather. 



No photogra])her ever had a more patient sitter. With- 

 out audible objection, she permitted herself to be pictured 

 from this side, then from that, and almost pei-mitted us to 

 stroke her as she sat ou her five speckled eggs. 



