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numbed insects, joined now and then 
by a robin weary of Ids unsuccessful 
attempts upon the snow-covered berries. 
'The brave woodpeckers were clinging 
to the snowless sides of the larger boles 
and overarching branches of the camp 
trees, making short Hights from side to 
side of the grove, pecking and chat¬ 
tering aimlessly as if unable to keep 
still, yet evidently putting in the time 
in a very dull way, like storm-bound 
travelers at a country tavern. d'he 
hardy nut-hatches were threading the 
open furrows of the bark in their usual 
industrious manner, 
and uttering their 
quaint • notes, evi¬ 
dently much less dis¬ 
composed than their 
neighbors. The Stel- 
I found most of the robins cowering on 
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the lee side of the larger branches where the 
snow could not fall upon them, while two 
or three of the most enterprising were 
making desperate efforts to reach the mis¬ 
tletoe berries by clinging nervously to the 
under side of the snow-crowned masses, back 
downward, like woodpeckers. 
Every now and then they 
would dislodge some of the 
loose fringes of the snow- 
crown which would come sift¬ 
ing down upon their heads 
and send them screaming 
back to camp, where they 
would subside among their 
companions with a shiver, 
muttering in low, querulous 
chatters like hungry children. 
Some of the sparrows were 
busy at the foot of the larger 
trees gleaning seeds and be¬ 
GLACIER LAKE ON THE HEAD OF THE NORTH FORK SAN JOAQUIN—ONE OF THE LATE SUMMER FEEDING-GROUNDS 
OF THE OUZEL. 
