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- 
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MOOMAINGZM <j ‘ZEROS /> 
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