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for Gibb's camp but met him about a mile from the ranch.  He was on his way down to a beaver trap and agreed to send me the castor if he caught it and sent it up before dark

In afternoon I went back 3 miles on the stage road to try and get photograph of a flock of about a dozen sage grouse seen crowing on a flat as we came by in the morning but they had gone.

It was interesting to watch the old males puff up their big white mufflers spread their tail and drag their wings and then get down on their crop & slide.  I could have no sound at a distance of 40 rods.