552 THE HUMMING-BIRD OF THE CALIFORNIA WATER-FALLS. 
shoes and stockings and crept along the I sing water softgs, for they hear them all 
face of the rock within eight or ten feet | their lives, and even before they are born, 
of it that I could decide certainlv whether j I have oftentimes observed the young 
YOSEMITE BIRDS, SNOW-BOUND AT THE FOOT OF INDIAN CANON 
it was the nest I was so eagerly seeking or 
a natural growth. 
In these moss huts are laid, three or tour 
(jgas—vvhite, like foam bubbles , and well 
may^ the little ouzels hatched from them 
just out of the nest making their odd gest¬ 
ures, .and seeming in every way as much 
at home as their experienced parents,—like 
young bees in their first excursions to the 
flower fields. No amount of familiarity 
