for breakfast* We slept and slept well that night in the open 
air and in the morning went to work. The Odometer party start- 
ed hack to Gamp. Peale, Platt, Savage and I were left. 
During the day I made some sketches in the Canon below 
the lake, and Camp was made on a very fine bed of fossils. 
While on a steep bank or slope above the creek I noticed a 
strange little bird flitting along the water edge. On the 
opposite side a large stream of water poured out of the cliff 
some thirty or forty feet high and poured in white dashing 
torrents down over the moss covered rocks. The strange bird 
paused before the beautiful cascade flitted for a moment and 
to my great surprise shot directly through the foaming sheet of 
waters, and I knew immediately that I had found the home of the 
Cinculus Americanus - the Water ousel. Descending to the 
foot of the fall, I attempted to see through and behind the 
falling water, but this was quite impossible, and in trying to 
reach through at the place where the bird had disappeared I 
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was dashed away dripping wet by the force of heavy torrent. 
The next day Platt went with me and by using a gum 
blanket to shield off the water the nest was easily found. It 
contained three young. Returning to camp I found Peale at 
wo rk arranging camp. He went with me up the slope among the 
brees and rocks to visit some little lakes. We found them per- 
fect gems, one most charming sheets of water I have ever seen, 
mey were small, che two largest covering perhaps an acre of 
ihe first was set in a rim of Breceia surrounded 
ground each. 
