Assuming the battery was weak, we put in new batteries and 

 listened again. The count was still a deliberate forty. Uranium 

 Ridge was dead, another stock promotion scheme lost. 



Lowell Marvin wasn't one to give up meekly. He asked 

 Leonard where there were other outcroppings of bedrock and 

 Leonard told us of a hill several hundred feet high, the sides 

 of which were barren rock. 



The way to this hill was about two miles west. There was no 

 trail. The route led over hills, around swamps, and through a 

 pocket that we called Bear Hollow, in which the natural evi- 

 dences of bear were so numerous and fresh we had to walk as 

 carefully as in a cow pasture. 



The hill was an imposing chocolate drop. When we had tired 

 of shoving boulders off the crest, we started for home to beat 

 another rainstorm. Lowell insisted on remaining behind. 



We returned to the river, fished the canyon, and began sup- 

 per. The trout were getting brown when Lowell pulled in. 



Lowell (left] and Leonard become involved in nuclear physics. 



