Shing, 1921 Three Mile Mt. 115. Nothing short of shooting them will convince them they are not wanted. Two of them got away, but the third one after rolling in and out of the cabin between my bare leg, succumbed to a bullet thru the heart so I had the unmitigated joy of slimming him this afternoon. It is a whole afternoon's job putting up one of these turkeys. Only one Poreupine tonight, quite peaceful. Shot a young Tannered Walker over the cabin tonight. The juvenile plumage of this bird has never been described. Sat. Aug. 6. After one day of good weather it began to rain again. I can't say what I think of such a country without using more profanity than the law allows. It has achieved the marvellous blend it has striven for, of being cold and rainy, and still warm enough for the mosquitoes to swarm. God! What a place! Forgot to mention in yesterday's notes that I found a flock of eight Sandpipers around one of the Mt. Lakes, finally shot one but by some piece of carelessness lost it on the way down. They were feeding on the marshy border of a melted snow pond and were very wild, wheeling off in compact flocks when I approached, the bird which left the