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birds (ySialia mcxicana occidentalis) . The only songster much in evidence was 

 an occasional Black-headed Grosbeak {Zamelodia melanocephala caj)i talis) which 

 trilled from some lofty perch in the redwoods. We found the Coast Jay {Cyano- 

 citta stelleri ca7-bonacea), \\owQV&c, ioh&i\i& commonest bird thruout the entire 



region. 



After rambling among the greater trees about the camp the highest of which 

 rises 290 feet, we struck out for the Blazed Trail hoping in the usual course of 

 events to reach some habitation by nightfall. The sky was cloudy and became 

 more so as we went coastward, but even on clear days but little sunlight filters thru 

 this great maze of trees. The ground is a damp spongy mass of decayed vegeta- 

 tion on which the footfall is 

 noiseless. The wind in the 

 tree tops, like the roar of 

 some far distant surf, the 

 splashing of a stream as it 

 swings along and an occas- 

 ional bird call is all that 

 breaks the stillness of these 

 majestic but gloomy solitudes. 

 We left the Blazed Trail for a 

 branch that led us to the 

 waterfall of Berry Creek which 

 tumbles in a delightful 

 fashion, with foam and spray, 

 for seventy feet down a moss- 

 grown bank. It was here at 

 the foot of this fall, amid the 

 roar and fljang mist, placed 

 like a wedge in the crevice 

 between two giant boulders, 

 that we found our second nest 

 of the Ouzel. It was in a 

 position which made it almost 

 impossible to photograph. 

 This nest like the first was 

 but newly completed. The 

 birds in this case were very 

 wild compared to the previ- 

 ous pair. 



Now, while I believe I 



fully appreciate the scenic 



not altogether anxious after 



for several miles to 



A FOREST VIEW 



ABOUT TWO MIXES WEST OF GOVERNOR'S 

 CAMP, BIG BASIN 



beauty of waterfalls, still I must acknowledge I was 



seeing the Berry Creek Fall, to plunge into a trail-less forest 



view an upper fall simply because it fell four feet further and some claimed made 



a prettier picture. But to that enthusiastic photographer, Heinemann, this was a 



challenge that could not go unanswered. We had been told that by following the 



stream and turning at certain points that the trip was an easy one, m fact we were 



informed several young ladies had reached the upper falls the previous year. After 



crawling on hands and knees thru brushy thickets, winding gingerly thru nettle 



patches, clinging and treading along mossy banks and lastly forced to wade the 



icy waters of the turbulent stream we finally came to realize that we had taken the 



