40 Bird-Nesting 



been worse. I passed a camp of Indians on my way to Moose- 

 jaw. Soon the housetops in Moosejaw began to appear and I 

 drove down into the valley, and delivered the horse to its 

 owner, who complained about the splashboard being bent, but 

 I did not tell him of my adventure. After enjoying a wash 

 and a good supper, I visited the ponds near Moosejaw, and 

 flushed a Wilson's phalarope from its nest and three eggs. 

 These I left until the following morning. I rambled around 

 the ponds until it was nearly dark, and then returned to the 

 station house, tired with my day's work. 



