April, 1892.] 



AND OOLOGIST. 



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56. Family, Laniidce. Shrikes — Northern 

 Shrike, White-rumped Shrike.* 



57. Family, Vireonidoe. Vireos — Red-eyed 

 Vireo,* Yellow-throated Vireo. 



58. Family, Coerebidm. Honey Creeper — 

 Bahama Honey Creeper. 



59. Family, Mniotiltldce. Wood Warblers 



— Black and W^hite VVarbler, Yellow Warbler,* 

 Ovenbird,* Yellow-breasted Chat, American 

 Redstart. 



60. FaraUy, Motae.ilUdfe. Wagtails — Amer- 

 ican Pipit,* (Titlark), 



61. Family, Chiclidce. Dippers — American 

 Dipper. 



62. Fami\y. Troglodytkhe. Wrens, Thrnshes, 

 etc. — Mockingbird, Catbird, *BrownThraslier,* 

 Honse Wren, Long-billed Marsh Wren.* 



68. Family, Certltildoi. Creepers — Brown 

 Creeper.* 



64. Family, Parkhe. Nuthatches and Tits 



— White-breasted Nutbatch,* Chickadee,* 

 Bnsh Tit. 



65. Family, 8i/lviid(e. Kinglets, ftnatcatch- 

 ers — Grolden-crowned Kinglet,* Blue Gray 

 Gnatcatcher. 



66. Family, Tiirdldw. Thrushes, Solitaires, 

 Stone Chats, Bluebirds, etc. — Townsend's 

 Solitaiie, Wood Thrush, Hermit Thrush,* 

 American Robin,* Wheatear, Bluebird.* 



A Bear Story. 



If old Tonorovveep hadn't met the grizzly 

 bear tliat warm April morning it never would 

 have occurred, and if I hadn't met Frank 

 Webster it never would have been written, so 

 whatever blame the gentle reader has can be 

 impirtially divided between Messrs. Tonoro- 

 weep and Webster. Old Tonoroweep was a 

 Chivi Ute and lived close to the dividing line 

 of Utah and ( 'olorado. 



In his early days the old man had been no 

 small factor in his tribe's war with neighbor- 

 ing Utes, Moquis, Navajoes and Hualapais, to 

 say nothing of horse-stealing raids from Mor- 

 mons and " Mericats." But now the old man 

 was growing old and, although nearly as 

 active as ever, apparently, was unable to 

 sustain exertion, as in times past. 



The, long, cold winter of '71 will be long 

 remembered in Colorado and Utah for its 

 heavy snows and late spring. March was a 

 deceitful month, for it was unusually warm, 

 and April commenced the same way. Southern 



hill slopes grew green with grass and odorous 

 with buds, but about the twelfth of the 

 month there came a snow-storm that buried 

 the grass a foot deep and made the buds long 

 for their overcoats and mittens. After the 

 storm the April sun came forth, round-eyed 

 and amazed at the lot of work it had to do all 

 over again; and with the coming sun old 

 Tonoroweep crept out from his wickiup of 

 cedar boughs and started on a jack-rabbit 

 round-up. 



It is the nature of these long-eared innocents 

 to excavate a shallow form on the sunny side 

 of a snow-bank, and there dream the happy 

 hours away. It is also the nature of their 

 copper-colored neighbors, the Indians, to 

 gently insinuate a forked stick in the aforesaid 

 form and the instant it touches the dreaming 

 rabbit a dexterous turn of the wrist fastens it 

 in the jack's epidermis and a sudden jerk 

 brings a very much astonished and indignantly 

 protesting jack into a warmly welcoming 

 hand. So Tonoroweep took his forked stick 

 and went to seek the wherewithal for a rabbit 

 pie. He scuffled in and out among the kanab 

 (willows) that lined the little creek and poked 

 out one or two rabbits, but luck was not very 

 plentiful and so he finally left the creek 

 bottom and browsed off into the post oak flat 

 just above. While prowling through it he 

 heard loud calls for help coming from a little 

 glade in the centre of the oak patch, and 

 running forward beheld one of his neighbors 

 perched on the top of a stump ten or twelve 

 feet from the ground and apparently fishing 

 for a huge grizzly with his feet. 



As Tonoroweep entered on the scene with 

 an answering yelp the bear suspended opera- 

 tions to gauge his new adversary, whereupon 

 the Indian on the stump begged Tonoroweep 

 to hasten and bring up the tribe before the 

 speaker's strength got so weak he couldn't 

 hold on longer. One foot was already clawed 

 into strings and Akobavi and Kaibabitz (two 

 Indian braves of local note) were lying dead 

 just beyond the stump. The three Indians 

 had run across old Eph that morning, and 

 although his majesty was poor from his winter 

 fast he was too lively for them, and at the 

 very first charge had struck down two braves 

 and driven the third up the stump where 

 he'd held him close prisoner for an hour, 

 varying his grabbing at the dangling feet by 

 going over to the corpses and breaking the 

 gun and pounding the dead men with his big 

 paws. Sticking in his side was the knife of 

 the luckless Kaibabitz, and lodged somewhere 



