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& a Veratrum leaf in his mouth, making a bundle as big as his body & hiding him from me but seeming not to interfere in the least with his [[strikethrough]] progress over the stones and [[/strikethrough]] rapid, bobbing, [[strikethrough]] run [[/strikethrough]] noisless run [[strikethrough]] ) [[/strikethrough]] over the stones. He did not [[strikethrough]] stop [[/strikethrough]] hesitate or stop till the cache was reached & the hay deposited under the rocks. Then he reappeared, jumped to the top of a boulder & took a good look at me and all around, settled himself comfortably for a moment, then bobbed down & off over the rocks to another weed patch for more hay. This he kept up for an hour bringing a load every one or two minutes, almost always of different material from the last, ^[[now a bunch of larkspur, now Penstemon, then a thistle, or Geum,]] and building now on one stack, now on another [[strikethrough]] till [[/strikethrough]] just as he happened to be nearest to one or another till I had located 5 of his stacks in different parts of the rock slide. For a long time he worked at the stack where I was located and often ran past within a foot of me with his load of hay and gave me any number of chances to photograph him on a stone