232 BIRDS OF THE ROCKIES 



" Gray's Peak ! " The terrific aspect of that mountain 

 sent a momentary shiver through our veins as we 

 thought of scaling it without a guide. We were in 

 error, as we afterwards found, for the mountain was 

 Torrey's Peak, not Gray's, which is not visible from 

 Graymont, being hidden by two intervening elevations, 

 Mount Kelso and Torrey's Peak. There are several 

 points about a mile above Graymont from which Gray's 

 serene peak is visible, but of this we were not aware 

 until on our return trip, when we had learned to rec- 

 ognize him by his calm and magisterial aspect. 



As evening drew on, and the westering sun fell below 

 the ridges, and the shadows deepened in the gorges, 

 making them doubly weird, we began to feel very 

 lonely, and, to add to our misgivings, we were uncer- 

 tain of our way. The prospect of having to spend a 

 cold night out of doors in a solitary place like this was 

 not very refreshing, I am free to confess, much as one 

 might desire to proclaim himself a brave man. Pres- 

 ently our eyes were gladdened by the sight of a miner's 

 shack just across the hollow, perhaps the one for which 

 we were anxiously looking. A man at Graymont had 

 told us about a miner up this way, saying he was a 

 " nice man " and would no doubt give us accommoda- 

 tion for the night. I crossed the narrow foot-bridge 

 that spanned the booming torrent, and found the miner 

 at home. Would he give two way-worn travellers a 



