spray, closely follows their bent and sinuous 

 course in flight, and from an islanded boulder 

 mingles its liquid song with the music of the 

 moving waters. There is much in the life of the 

 ouzel that is refreshing and inspiring. I wish it 

 were better known. 



Around timber-line in summer one may hear 

 the happy song of the white-throated sparrow. 

 Here and above lives the leucosticte. Far above 

 the vanguard of the brave pines, where the bril- 

 liant flowers fringe the soiled remnants of win- 

 ter's drifted snow, where sometimes the bees hum 

 and the painted butterflies sail on easy wings, 

 the broad-tailed hummingbird may occasionally 

 be seen, while still higher the eagles soar in the 

 quiet bending blue. On the heights, sometimes 

 nesting at an altitude of thirteen thousand feet, 

 is found the ptarmigan, which, like the Eskimo, 

 seems supremely contented in the land of crags 

 and snows. 



Of all the birds on the Rockies, the one most 

 marvelously eloquent is the solitaire. I have 

 often felt that everything stood still and that 

 every beast and bird listened while the match- 



