THE NATURALIST. 13 
Shortly after passing timber 
line a sharp turn is made and the 
train rounds “Windy Point” and 
climbs into what is called the 
“Saddle.” From there a superb 
view of Maniton is obtained. But 
the little train puffs onward until 
the upper terminal is reached on 
the very summit of hardy oid 
Pike’s Peak. 
From the granite top of the 
great mountain a splendid view is 
obtained. The grandeur and 
sublimity of the scene is beyond 
the power of man to describe. 
To the North and South and 
toward the East great plains are 
to be seen, dotted by the peaceful 
homes of ranchmen, till in the 
azure blue of the horizon the ends 
of the earth apparently come 
together. 
To the West and on either side, 
are hundreds of snow-mantled 
summits, the lofty peaks of which 
pierce the vaulted heavens. 
There is a small hotel on Pike’s 
Peak where refreshments are 
served before the train makes the 
descent. . 
If I should live to be as old as 
that grand old mountain I am 
shure that I should never forget 
my first trip up its sides on the 
cog-wheel railroad. 
At the foot of the famous peak, 
sheltered on every side by tower- 
ing mountains and shaded _ by 
countless trees, lies the charming 
little city of Maniton. of which I 
have spoken. 
Although small in proportions, 
there is no town of its size in the 
country that entertains so many 
visitors, or does it so royally. 
Near the town are health-giving 
mineral springs, the wonderful 
Garden of the Gods, the Cave of 
the Winds, William’s Canyon, and 
many other marvels of nature. 
F, C. JOHNSON, 
Boonville, N. Y. 
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Kildeers. 
N, the 3d.day--of., October,” 
1894, I saw a flock of 50 or 
60 Kildeers, and for several 
succeeding days saw them about 
the same vicinity, which was a 
summer-fallowed field west of 
Whiteson. This is the first time 
I have seen any Kildeers in this 
county (Yamhill) in larger numbers 
than a single pair. 
Speaking about Kildeers re- 
minds me of the time when I lived 
in the Empire State and collected 
eggs in pairs, Kildeer’s eggs were 
rare treasures in the collection of 
my acquaintances. 
The Kildeer is a very cunning 
bird, and many are the tricks it 
plays upon the would-be collector, 
who is a novice at the business. 
KILDEER. 
Many times have I gone to the 
spot from which a Kildeer had 
flown, and upon the bird circling 
over my head (“taking on like a 
wet hen”) have been disappointed 
to find nothing. Later, when I 
had “got on to” their tricks, I have 
seen a Kildeer start to run, and 
