THE HAYMAKER OF THE HEIGHTS ~— 23 
as sheltered a spot as possible. Rocky cut and 
stacked his hay during September, then early 
October I saw him carrying it underground. 
These cony haystacks were of several sizes 
and many shapes. The average one was small- 
er than a bushel basket. I have seen a few 
that contained twice or even three times the 
contents of a bushel. 
There were rounded haystacks, long and nar- 
row ones, and others of angular shape. But few 
were of good form, and the average stack had the 
appearance of a wind-blown trash pile, or a mere 
heap of dropped hay. Invariably the stack was 
placed between or to the leeward of rocks; evi- 
dently for wind protection. 
One stack in a place was the custom. But 
a number of times I have seen two, four, and 
once five stacks in collection. Near each stack 
collection was an equal number of entrances to 
cony dens. 
But little is known concerning the family 
life of the cony. Nor do I know how long the 
average cony lives. A prospector in the San 
Juan Mountains saw a cony frequently through 
four years. I had glimpses of Rocky a few times 
each year for three years. During the second 
summer one of his ears was torn and the slit never 
united. Just how this happened I do not know. 
All conies that I saw making hay were working 
