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(female) which flew across the road in front of us.
Bird life was abundant at a meadow west of Philipps Station, where we found a veritable bird paradise. Big Tree Thrushes were heard singing melodious
(4 p. m.) and in apparent numbers. Robins and small birds were abundant in the tamaracks, giving one the feeling that he would like to linger until he had fully explored the region. I shot at a bird which I am positive was a Slender-billed Nuthatch. With customary good luck in such cases I missed the bird. Rarely have I seen a place where birds were so abundant. A few rods further on we came to another meadow. A pair of Pileolated Warblers were seen here and I shot the female. White-crowned Sparrows were also seen here.
At Philipps Station the keeper described the Pine Grosbeak to me, having found three quartered in the house when he moved up a few days before. At this place we saw a Hummer (S. calliope ?). As we walked along the road a Junco flushed from her nest beneath a tiny tamarack along a ditch which followed the road. Contents 4 beautiful eggs. Shot female. Taylor found a robin's nest and four incubated eggs six feet up in a tamarack. I shot a White-crowned Sparrow near the summit (female) and Taylor shot at another hummer. We then journeyed on in earnest and crossed the summit about 6 o'clock. Here the country changes. The east slope is chiefly of brushy hillsides with a few tamaracks scattered about, the timber having all been cut off. Just after starting down the grade a Grouse was noticed in the road and Taylor took two shots at it with the auxiliary before it flew. It lit in a tamarack and a #8 dropped it. (female). The rest of the journey was cold, over a sandy road. We reached Meyers Station about 7. By far the finest country for bird life is from 7,000 feet to the summit.
SATURDAY JUNE 15.
Lake Valleyis, I should judge, a fore-runner of the Nevada plains. Here it was sandy with sage brush and tamaracks. The valley bordering the Little Truckee River is quite well timbered. Last night Nighthawks familiarized me with