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great rapidity, making a slight whirring 

 noise. 



I went to the opposite side of the pond, 

 when it again started across the water. 

 The poor bird now appeared to have become 

 chilled and weak from its exertion. I once 

 more fired, putting an end to the heroic 

 effort at escape of the brave little bird, so 

 little adapted to such measures as the des- 

 perate circumstances had caused it to 

 pursue. 



ly. Whitnky Watkins. 



Manchester, Mich, 



Birds Obserued at Qniniault Lake. 



BY R. H. LAWRKNCE. 



( Contined.) 



NEXT morning, June 12, was cold, as 

 the early mornings are here, so that, 

 at starting, having stinted ourselves 

 for blankets, to keep our packs light, we 

 were glad to get up early. Breakfast over, 

 the weather being pleasant, as was the 

 case, fortunately, the next day also, we 

 hurried to the shore for a view, before tak- 

 ing the trail up the lake, A mile and a 

 half brought us to the post-office and store 

 of Quiuiault, situated on the shore in a 

 small " slashing, " and about a mile from 

 the east end of the lake. There were two 

 or three men here, and a woman, the first 

 persons we had seen since the loth. Their 

 supplies are carted up the ocean beach, and 

 then carried up the river and lake a dis- 

 tance of 34 or 35 miles. The Indians pro- 

 nounce Quiniault " kee-nee-ault," while 

 the whites usually say " Quin-ault." The 

 name is spelt variously: Quinaielt being the 

 official spelling for the Reservation. 



We got a Chinook canoe here, and, the 

 waters being rough, had a fine paddle to a 

 squatter's cabin on the north-east shore, 

 where we ate our lunch, and admired a 

 monster spruce and listened to the Band- 

 tailed Pigeons cooing in some big cotton- 

 woods near, 



Quiniault Ivake is about six miles long 



by three (or less) broad. Standing at its 

 head and looking down to the farthest 

 shore it is seen to bear a few degrees south 

 of west. The lower river starts from its 

 south-western side, where the land en- 

 croaches much into the Lake. Almost all 

 the shore is cleanly beached with a fine 

 gravel; the north and south shores being 

 bold. The water is deep, cold, and pure. 

 At the head of the Lake is much rich low- 

 land. On north and north, say a mile back 

 from those shores, the mountains rise with 

 a fine sweep, up eighteen hundred feet or 

 more above the valley. These two ridges 

 bear away eastward, gradually converging 

 and rising until they lose themselves in the 

 greater ridges of the Olympics. The Lake 

 is a very beautiful one. From a good place 

 on the south shore a fine view east may be 

 had of snowy peaks at the head of the up- 

 per valley, ten miles away. At the west 

 end the ridges break down into the flat 

 country which sweeps oceanward. Hem- 

 lock is the prevailing tree, and clothes the 

 mountains borderijig the valley. Some 

 perfectly huge spruces and ' ' firs ' ' are scat- 

 tered along the Lake and valley. 



After lunch we paddled along to the 

 mouth of the river, and up it a little way 

 to a landing whence the trail started. 

 Large cottonwoods abound at the head of 

 the Lake, and in the river-bottom, where 

 there is also much vine-maple, salmon- 

 berry, and willow. This all makes fine 

 covers for the birds, and there were many 

 there. Passing two or three little cabins, 

 the first occupied, we came at about a mile 

 and-a-half to a neat one, also in its tiny 

 clearing. It was locked, but an open shed 

 invited us to sling off our packs. This 

 clearing was a delightful, open spot, for the 

 river rushed along, nearby, over its wide, 

 cobble-strewn bed, and the fresh, deciduous 

 foliage absorbed the sunlight. Taking 

 shot-gun and field-glasses I wandered up 

 stream a few miles, along the crooked trail, 

 while my companion whipped the stream 

 for trout. Russet-backed Thrushes were 



