26 WATCHED BY WILD ANIMALS 
The cony appears something of a traveller, 
something of an explorer. A number climb to 
the summit of the nearest peak during the sum- 
mer and occasionally one goes far down into the 
lower lands. 
A few times I have seen them as explorers on 
top of Long’s Peak and other peaks that rise 
above 14,000 feet; and occasionally a cony comes 
to my cabin and spends a few days looking 
around, taking refuge, and spending the nights 
in the woodpile. My cabin is at 9,000 feet, 
and the nearest cony territory is about a mile 
up the mountainside. 
One snowy day, while out following a number 
of mountain sheep, I passed near the home of 
Rocky and turned aside hoping to see him. 
Before reaching his rock I saw a weasel coming 
toward me with a limp cony upon his shoulder 
and clutched by the throat. The weasel saw 
me and kept on coming toward me, and would, 
I believe, have brushed by. He appeared in a 
hurry to take his kill somewhere, probably home. 
I threw a large chunk of snow which struck 
upon a rock by him. He fell off the rock in 
scrambling over the snow. But he clung to 
the cony and dragged it out of reach beneath a 
boulder. 
No fur or blood was found on Rocky’s rock 
nor on any of the rocks surrounding his den. 
