Strong - 1921, Nine Mile Mt. 117. Winter Wrens. Saw the Golden Eagle flying over the bluff to the accompaniment of the usual Marmot chorus. The Marmots from all the well slides seem to congregate always in a big patch of short weeds, for when I laboriously climbed up they scattered in all directions, their bolting run and strange coloration giving them a most unusual aspect. Could do little or nothing today as the rain kept us close to the cabin, badly and mildly, as it is. Mon. Aug. 8,- Usual drizzling rain, among the clouds as I we were yesterday. Read and studied the check-list (1910) all day. Tues. Aug. 9,- Cloudy with occasional showers, could do nothing but fort around camp. Read and froze to death all day. Drew map of Mt. (oppo. p. 118.) Wed. Aug. 10.- Still wet, but we had a little sunshine as we did yesterday. Wiped out when the sun came over the rim. Yesterday I shot two Marmots, on adult at long range with the .32 special, and a young female with the 16 ga. They were in the slide to the east of the cabin. Also saw a family of Hermit Thrushes. This morning (Weds.) I skinned my hen Blue Goose which I found about ten feet from where I hooted Aug. 7. Tues. notes: