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" Four other squirrels came, two of which were evidently full 

 grown and a year or more old, and two young ones. As Granny 

 disciplined them all when they became too familiar, we supposed 

 that they were members of her immediate family. 



" After a week or more, Granny became very intimate with Mrs. 

 Walcott and would jump into her lap and onto her shoulders, begging 

 for food. She was entirely fearless, and would cling to a nut or a 

 piece of chocolate and swing in the air until she secured the coveted 

 bit (fig. 9). 



" When the squirrels first came, they were very thin and extremely 

 active. After a month of feeding, Granny became so stout that she 

 had great difficulty in jumping from rock to rock. Chocolate, nuts, 

 bread, and cookies seemed to agree with her, and the day we left 

 the quarry a bountiful supply was placed under the rock ledges, so 

 that they could all take the food to their nests, which were at the 

 base of the cliffs, about 8,000 feet altitude. 



" On July 27, a summer snowstorm buried the quarry, and at 

 camp (figs. II and 12) it seemed more like November than July. 

 Sunshine and a dry wind caused the snow to disappear within three 

 days — leaving only very muddy trails and a cold, wet quarry. 



" A few days were taken to verify a geologic section near Lake 

 McArthur, and then the Vermilion River trip was begun. Following 

 down the Bow River, we crossed it near IMount Castle and looked 

 back towards Mount Temple (fig. 13). That night we camped at 

 Vermilion Pass. Some conception of the mountain walls of the upper 

 Vermilion canyon valley may be gained from the view of the west 

 side of Storm Mountain (fig. 15). Lower down the valley on the 

 eastern side near the mouth of Ochre Creek, Syncline Peak (fig. 16) 

 shows remnants of the compression and folding that accompanied 

 the uplift of the mountain massif now cut by erosion into hundreds 

 of mountains, ridges and canyons. In the lower canyon of Tokumm 

 Creek, near Vermilion River, the water passes over a fall into a huge 

 pothole (fig. 17) and then into a narrow, deep canyon where it is 

 often lost to sight in the deep shadows of the overhanging walls. In 

 two places deep potholes were long ago worn in the bed of the stream 

 and, when their enlarging lower portions met, the water poured 

 through the opening and finally the original rim between them was 

 left as a natural bridge above the stream. A very good view of this 

 was secured (fig. 18) by a long time exposure from 60 feet above 

 the water. 



