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caught stealing." Indians, in times of scarcity, 

 frequently resort to these stores and chop them 

 out with hatchets; a bushel or more may be 

 gathered from a single cedar or pine. 



The common robin, with all his familiar notes 

 and gestures, is found nearly everywhere through- 

 out the Park, — in shady dells beneath dogwoods 

 and maples, along the flowery banks of the 

 streams, tripping daintily about the margins of 

 meadows in the fir and pine woods, and far be- 

 yond on the shores of glacier lakes and the 

 slopes of the peaks. How admirable the consti- 

 tution and temper of this cheery, graceful bird, 

 keeping glad health over so vast and varied a 

 range. In all America he is at home, flying 

 from plains to mountains, up and down, north 

 and south, away and back, with the seasons and 

 supply of food. Oftentimes in the High Sierra, 

 as you wander through the solemn woods, awe- 

 stricken and silent, you will hear the reassur- 

 ing voice of this fellow wanderer ringing out 

 sweet and clear as if saying, " Fear not, fear 

 not. Only love is here." In the severest soli- 

 tudes he seems as happy as in gardens and apple 

 orchards. 



The robins enter the Park as soon as the snow 

 melts, and go on up the mountains, gradually 

 higher, with the opening flowers, until the top- 

 most glacier meadows are reached in June and 

 July. After the short summer is done, they 



