On the way down as mule backed & lost the martingale & crumpe off. Found a wish. The pieces of strap in his hoof & the wretched saddle still on the mule. camp set some 50 more miles trips. The meadows at little line are piddled by the brooms, of a small indent, allarming approach of death. (13) Today was a wet one at the dawn. During the night it rained & in the morning there was much mist & cold wind. A shot a fine 5 quail a few 10 yards from camp down from a cliff where we had set more trips last evening. The quail was held a boy by the legs. I after it was shot it fell down the cliff into the creck & broke its inside teeth. The coat was in fine fresh wonderfuly but the body came not fat. The stomach contents were clean. best thing & bunch of stems, quail a went on again with the trip. Shutters last saw another all the fresh tracks were seen. If other quails near snow line & cartridge in the more trips.