might pass within a few feet of Wahb 

 and never know it. It was like being 

 told that the ghost of the dear departed 

 is watching you. Nimrod pointed out 

 to me a tree with the bark scratched 

 and torn off for several feet — one of 

 Wahb's rubbing trees. He located the 

 sunning ledge for me, and then we re- 

 luctantly hurried on, for the journey 

 ahead promised to be long and hard. 

 Indeed I found it so. 



There were many indications that the 

 storm was a serious one, and not the 

 least of these was the behaviour of the 

 little chief hare, or pika. As we as- 

 cended the rocky mountain-side we saw 

 many of these little creatures scurrying 

 hither and thither with bundles of hay 

 in their mouths, which they deposited 

 in tiny hay-cocks in sheltered places 

 under rocks. So hard were they work- 



