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hunted the little meadows at the end of the valley 
and again beat the forest all the way to camp, but 
I saw no game. Squirrels and chipmunks were 
searce in this valley and in four days I only saw one 
bird—the golden eagle. C. and J. were in camp 
when I arrived; the former having seen three elk, 
at one of which he got a difficult shot, but missed. 
As night came on, the weather began to look very 
unsettled, and after the intense heat of the previous 
two days we knew that a great change might take 
place, so we decided to end our trip. The next 
morning, we started for home. As the trail was 
down grade, instead of up, and as our pack train 
had already travelled it once, we made much better 
time than when going in, and by noon we were at 
the little lake by our former camp. On the way we 
yaw some dusky grouse and by the lake a water ouzel 
(C. Mexicanus). At this season, these birds have a 
spotted look when one is close to them, owing to 
some of the feathers being skirted with white. 
They appear to be about the same size as the British 
bird, and nest in the same sorts of places. During 
the breeding season they are not shy. Once I saw 
a nest under the floor of a power house, close to 
great dynamos and turbines. On cool mountain 
tops far away, we saw some goats, and two run- 
ning very fast along the face of a cliff attracted our 
attention. With glasses, we made out four sheep 
charging after them, two ewes and two lambs. The 
goats were only running to get out of the way of the 
others, as the ledge was narrow. These were the 
only sheep seen on the trip. While sheep and goats 
