and was prepared in much the same way. All the day we slept and ate alternately while the monkeys played with the field glasses, in turn making moments. They had never ending delight in scanning the opposite hillside or the valley across the river. When they tired of using the glasses to perfect way they inverted them and were just as interested in seeing their comrades and the scenery in miniature. The young hunter who has much energy went over to the opposite hill side to hunt marmots. When he had driven an animal in sight, here he would conceal himself in the grass a short distance away and patiently wait till the marmot reappeared. What if it did mean an hour or two of waiting! Waiting is the best little thing an Oriental does and the monkeys are no exception. At 5 P.M. the hunters rode away to spend the night on its other side of the valley while Sam Gardner shouldered up the valley at the entrance. We both had our camped. He waited till 6 P.M. when the valley was entirely filled about with shadows before he