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[[underline]] 35 Journal [[/underline]]

[[underline]] April 1 [[/underline]] - started before daylight in a snowstorm, but warm & no crust & bad snowskeing.  Went to my wolf den for the fist time and for the fist time saw Mrs. Lobo as she sneaked out and glided over the ridges out of sight.  Mr. Lobo was as usual on his butte, doing picket duty & he evidently warned her as she was out watching & they sneaked off in the same line, around the sides of the badland slope, not over the top of the mesa as he usually does.  I found the baby wolves in a little cave back 4 or 5 feet under a shelf of sandstone & in easy reach of my arm by poking my head into the cave.  They were