HO! FOR GRAY'S PEAK! 



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and ravines with as much grace as they did on the lof- 

 tier mountain peaks the day before. A beautiful fox 

 and three cubs were seen among the large stones, and 





Junco 



Under 

 a roof of 

 green grass " 



many mountain rats and a sly mink went scuttling 

 about over the rocks. 



On the morning of June 30 the white-crowns, as 

 usual, were chanting their litanies long before day 

 broke. We left the enchanting valley that morning, 

 the trills of the white-crowns ringing in the alpenglow 

 like a sad farewell, as if they felt that we should never 

 meet again. On our way down the winding road we 



