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but on my return at 11 AM he was not in sight.  Had probably retired for his lunch & mid day nap.  He was not the only one in the rock slide.  Two or three others were working at the other end and some 2/3 grown young in the gray coats were running about, in another place, squeaking & playing, but apparently not a work in the haying.

This particular slide is at the foot of 1000 foot rock slope and must be buried under a hundred or hundreds of feet of snow in winter.  The interspaces of the rock slide must then be a spacious, warm & dry & well protected home for the winter, & the remains of old hay and the pockets full of short live pellets show that the coneys spend their winters housed under the depths of snow & avelanch.