The American Dipper 
losing ourselves in the 
romantic depths of one 
of those wild canons 
which pierce the San 
Gabriel range. We 
have twisted about for 
a mile or so following 
the tortuous course of a 
fierce little mountain 
torrent, and now find 
ourselves confronted by 
a wall of rock a hundred 
feet or so in height, down 
the face of which a 
waterfall has cut a notch 
to within 40 feet of the 
bottom. We had 
scarcely seated ourselves 
in the bottom of the 
glen when the Water 
Ouzel made her appear¬ 
ance, and after a few 
genuflections made 
straight for her nest, a 
massive ball of moss 
some 15 feet above the 
pool and 10 feet to one 
side of the fall proper. 
The shrill outcries which 
followed upon her 
arrival left no doubt as 
to the occupancy of the 
nest. We visited 
the spot later and found 
a bunch of callow young, 
too young to be worried about our appearance, 
‘holler.’ Their voices are amazing shrill—and 
consider the roar of the waterfall hard by.” 
The nest figured in our illustrations was found on the South Fork of 
the Kings River near Kenawyers, July 11, 1913. Unfortunately, it lay 
in shadow on the north side of the rock, so that the photographic oppor¬ 
tunities involving the nest itself were disappointing. When we finally 
Taken in the Yosemite 
Photo by the Author 
BELOW VERNAL FALLS 
but not too young to 
good need, when we 
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