256 BIRDS OF THE ROCKIES 



frequently turned to gaze with longing eyes upon the 

 snowy summits of the twin peaks, Gray's all asmile in 

 the sunshine, and Torrey's or did we only imagine 

 it ? relenting a little now that he was looking upon 

 us for the last time. Did the mountains and the white- 

 crowns call after us, " Auf wiedersehen ! " or was that 

 only imagination too ? 



