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clue to his nesting-place. I did not follow, but quietly 

 left the ravine. About ten o'clock I saw him and his 

 mate near the sulphur spring in the meadow, and in 

 a few days the winter roost was abandoned. 



ENTRANCE TO THE LITTLE RAVINE 



I watched the ravine carefully, but for more than 

 a week I saw no signs of the famous old leader. From 

 the main ravine there was one narrow branch, with 

 steep sides that ended abruptly. Here the hemlocks 



