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finally concluded it could not get away, so turned, and crawling 

 slowly into a hollow in the cactus, coiled itself ready to strike. 

 (No. 2.) I was much surprised at this, bearing in mind the 

 tales of the road-runner, or chaparral-cock, with his fence of 

 cactus. After despatching this snake, we proceeded probably 

 three hundred yards before finding a second. Before I could 

 expose on this, another one was found, and while one guarded 

 them, search was made for more, until seven were gathered, 

 when I made a group exposure on them at something like 

 three feet distance. (No. 3.) 



The snowshoe-rabbit inhabits the timbered country of the 

 Rocky Mountain ranges, preferring spruce timber to pine; 

 but so far as my observation goes, only in the higher parts. 

 He is, in size, midway between the cottontail and the jack- 

 rabbit, and is a comparatively clumsy animal. His feet are 

 capable of a wider spread than those of the others, allowing 

 him to run over lighter snow. In summer they are a blue- 

 gray, the fur far more beautiful than that of his brothers, his 

 feet retaining their winter whiteness. In the fall they turn 

 to a snowy whiteness — so white as to be almost invisible. 

 Companions of mine have declared that I was absolutely mis- 

 taken when trying to show them a snowshoe-rabbit on the 

 snow at a few feet distance, until a shot from my revolver 

 would prove their error. While in Wyoming I secured two 

 negatives of them, but neither in the winter coat (Nos. 1 and 2). 



In Wyoming, on Cottonwood Creek, I found plenty of ducks, 

 and by some patient and careful work caught one on a sand- 



