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twg_000000041200 | of the door-sill, dripping with crystal beads. Furthermore, at certain hours of the day, when the sunshine is poured down at the required angle, the whole mass of the spray enveloping the fairy establishment is brilliantly irised; and it is through so glorious a rainbow atmosphere as this that some of our blessed ouzels obtain their first peep at the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041201 | world. Ouzels seem so completely part and parcel of the streams they inhabit, they scarce suggest any other origin than the streams themselves; and one might almost be pardoned in fancying they come direct from the living waters, like flowers from the ground. At least, from whatever cause, it never occurred to me to look for their nests until more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041202 | than a year after I had made the acquaintance of the birds themselves, although I found one the very day on which I began the search. In making my way from Yosemite to the glaciers at the heads of the Merced and Tuolumne rivers, I camped in a particularly wild and romantic portion of the Nevada caon where in previous | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041203 | excursions I had never failed to enjoy the company of my favorites, who were attracted here, no doubt, by the safe nesting-places in the shelving rocks, and by the abundance of food and falling water. The river, for miles above and below, consists of a succession of small falls from ten to sixty feet in height, connected by flat, plume-like | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041204 | cascades that go flashing from fall to fall, free and almost channelless, over waving folds of glacier-polished granite. On the south side of one of the falls, that portion of the precipice which is bathed by the spray presents a series of little shelves and tablets caused by the development of planes of cleavage in the granite, and by the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041205 | consequent fall of masses through the action of the water. Now here, said I, of all places, is the most charming spot for an Ouzels nest. Then carefully scanning the fretted face of the precipice through the spray, I at length noticed a yellowish moss-cushion, growing on the edge of a level tablet within five or six feet of the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041206 | outer folds of the fall. But apart from the fact of its being situated where one acquainted with the lives of ouzels would fancy an Ouzels nest ought to be, there was nothing in its appearance visible at first sight, to distinguish it from other bosses of rock-moss similarly situated with reference to perennial spray; and it was not until | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041207 | I had scrutinized it again and again, and had removed my shoes and stockings and crept along the face of the rock within eight or ten feet of it, that I could decide certainly whether it was a nest or a natural growth. In these moss huts three or four eggs are laid, white like foam-bubbles; and well may the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041208 | little birds hatched from them sing water songs, for they hear them all their lives, and even before they are born. I have often observed the young just out of the nest making their odd gestures, and seeming in every way as much at home as their experienced parents, like young bees on their first excursions to the flower fields. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041209 | No amount of familiarity with people and their ways seems to change them in the least. To all appearance their behavior is just the same on seeing a man for the first time, as when they have seen him frequently. [Illustration: THE OUZEL AT HOME.] On the lower reaches of the rivers where mills are built, they sing on through | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041210 | the din of the machinery, and all the noisy confusion of dogs, cattle, and workmen. On one occasion, while a wood-chopper was at work on the river-bank, I observed one cheerily singing within reach of the flying chips. Nor does any kind of unwonted disturbance put him in bad humor, or frighten him out of calm self-possession. In passing through | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041211 | a narrow gorge, I once drove one ahead of me from rapid to rapid, disturbing him four times in quick succession where he could not very well fly past me on account of the narrowness of the channel. Most birds under similar circumstances fancy themselves pursued, and become suspiciously uneasy; but, instead of growing nervous about it, he made his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041212 | usual dippings, and sang one of his most tranquil strains. When observed within a few yards their eyes are seen to express remarkable gentleness and intelligence; but they seldom allow so near a view unless one wears clothing of about the same color as the rocks and trees, and knows how to sit still. On one occasion, while rambling along | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041213 | the shore of a mountain lake, where the birds, at least those born that season, had never seen a man, I sat down to rest on a large stone close to the waters edge, upon which it seemed the ouzels and sandpipers were in the habit of alighting when they came to feed on that part of the shore, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041214 | some of the other birds also, when they came down to wash or drink. In a few minutes, along came a whirring Ouzel and alighted on the stone beside me, within reach of my hand. Then suddenly observing me, he stooped nervously as if about to fly on the instant, but as I remained as motionless as the stone, he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041215 | gained confidence, and looked me steadily in the face for about a minute, then flew quietly to the outlet and began to sing. Next came a sandpiper and gazed at me with much the same guileless expression of eye as the Ouzel. Lastly, down with a swoop came a Stellers jay out of a fir-tree, probably with the intention of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041216 | moistening his noisy throat. But instead of sitting confidingly as my other visitors had done, he rushed off at once, nearly tumbling heels over head into the lake in his suspicious confusion, and with loud screams roused the neighborhood. Love for song-birds, with their sweet human voices, appears to be more common and unfailing than love for flowers. Every one | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041217 | loves flowers to some extent, at least in lifes fresh morning, attracted by them as instinctively as humming-birds and bees. Even the young Digger Indians have sufficient love for the brightest of those found growing on the mountains to gather them and braid them, as decorations for the hair. And I was glad to discover, through the few Indians that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041218 | could be induced to talk on the subject, that they have names for the wild rose and the lily, and other conspicuous flowers, whether available as food or otherwise. Most men, however, whether savage or civilized, become apathetic toward all plants that have no other apparent use than the use of beauty. But fortunately ones first instinctive love of song-birds | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041219 | is never wholly obliterated, no matter what the influences upon our lives may be. I have often been delighted to see a pure, spiritual glow come into the countenances of hard business-men and old miners, when a song-bird chanced to alight near them. Nevertheless, the little mouthful of meat that swells out the breasts of some song-birds is too often | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041220 | the cause of their death. Larks and robins in particular are brought to market in hundreds. But fortunately the Ouzel has no enemy so eager to eat his little body as to follow him into the mountain solitudes. I never knew him to be chased even by hawks. An acquaintance of mine, a sort of foot-hill mountaineer, had a pet | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041221 | cat, a great, dozy, overgrown creature, about as broad-shouldered as a lynx. During the winter, while the snow lay deep, the mountaineer sat in his lonely cabin among the pines smoking his pipe and wearing the dull time away. Tom was his sole companion, sharing his bed, and sitting beside him on a stool with much the same drowsy expression | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041222 | of eye as his master. The good-natured bachelor was content with his hard fare of soda-bread and bacon, but Tom, the only creature in the world acknowledging dependence on him, must needs be provided with fresh meat. Accordingly he bestirred himself to contrive squirrel-traps, and waded the snowy woods with his gun, making sad havoc among the few winter birds, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041223 | sparing neither robin, sparrow, nor tiny nuthatch, and the pleasure of seeing Tom eat and grow fat was his great reward. One cold afternoon, while hunting along the river-bank, he noticed a plain-feathered little bird skipping about in the shallows, and immediately raised his gun. But just then the confiding songster began to sing, and after listening to his summery | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041224 | melody the charmed hunter turned away, saying, Bless your little heart, I cant shoot you, not even for Tom. [Illustration: YOSEMITE BIRDS, SNOW-BOUND AT THE FOOT OF INDIAN CAON.] Even so far north as icy Alaska, I have found my glad singer. When I was exploring the glaciers between Mount Fairweather and the Stikeen River, one cold day in November, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041225 | after trying in vain to force a way through the innumerable icebergs of Sum Dum Bay to the great glaciers at the head of it, I was weary and baffled and sat resting in my canoe convinced at last that I would have to leave this part of my work for another year. Then I began to plan my escape | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041226 | to open water before the young ice which was beginning to form should shut me in. While I thus lingered drifting with the bergs, in the midst of these gloomy forebodings and all the terrible glacial desolation and grandeur, I suddenly heard the well-known whir of an Ouzels wings, and, looking up, saw my little comforter coming straight across the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041227 | ice from the shore. In a second or two he was with me, flying three times round my head with a happy salute, as if saying, Cheer up, old friend; you see Im here, and alls well. Then he flew back to the shore, alighted on the topmost jag of a stranded iceberg, and began to nod and bow as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041228 | though he were on one of his favorite boulders in the midst of a sunny Sierra cascade. The species is distributed all along the mountain-ranges of the Pacific Coast from Alaska to Mexico, and east to the Rocky Mountains. Nevertheless, it is as yet comparatively little known. Audubon and Wilson did not meet it. Swainson was, I believe, the first | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041229 | naturalist to describe a specimen from Mexico. Specimens were shortly afterward procured by Drummond near the sources of the Athabasca River, between the fifty-fourth and fifty-sixth parallels; and it has been collected by nearly all of the numerous exploring expeditions undertaken of late through our Western States and Territories; for it never fails to engage the attention of naturalists in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041230 | a very particular manner. Such, then, is our little cinclus, beloved of every one who is so fortunate as to know him. Tracing on strong wing every curve of the most precipitous torrents from one extremity of the Sierra to the other; not fearing to follow them through their darkest gorges and coldest snow-tunnels; acquainted with every waterfall, echoing their | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041231 | divine music; and throughout the whole of their beautiful lives interpreting all that we in our unbelief call terrible in the utterances of torrents and storms, as only varied expressions of Gods eternal love. THE WILD SHEEP (_Ovis montana_) The wild sheep ranks highest among the animal mountaineers of the Sierra. Possessed of keen sight and scent, and strong limbs, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041232 | he dwells secure amid the loftiest summits, leaping unscathed from crag to crag, up and down the fronts of giddy precipices, crossing foaming torrents and slopes of frozen snow, exposed to the wildest storms, yet maintaining a brave, warm life, and developing from generation to generation in perfect strength and beauty. Nearly all the lofty mountain-chains of the globe are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041233 | inhabited by wild sheep, most of which, on account of the remote and all but inaccessible regions where they dwell, are imperfectly known as yet. They are classified by different naturalists under from five to ten distinct species or varieties, the best known being the burrhel of the Himalaya (_Ovis burrhel_, Blyth); the argali, the large wild sheep of central | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041234 | and northeastern Asia (_O. ammon_, Linn., or _Caprovis argali_); the Corsican mouflon (_O. musimon_, Pal.); the aoudad of the mountains of northern Africa (_Ammotragus tragelaphus_); and the Rocky Mountain bighorn (_O. montana_, Cuv.). To this last-named species belongs the wild sheep of the Sierra. Its range, according to the late Professor Baird of the Smithsonian Institution, extends from the region | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041235 | of the upper Missouri and Yellowstone to the Rocky Mountains and the high grounds adjacent to them on the eastern slope, and as far south as the Rio Grande. Westward it extends to the coast ranges of Washington, Oregon, and California, and follows the highlands some distance into Mexico.[] Throughout the vast region bounded on the east by the Wahsatch | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041236 | Mountains and on the west by the Sierra there are more than a hundred subordinate ranges and mountain groups, trending north and south, range beyond range, with summits rising from eight to twelve thousand feet above the level of the sea, probably all of which, according to my own observations, is, or has been, inhabited by this species. Compared with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041237 | the argali, which, considering its size and the vast extent of its range, is probably the most important of all the wild sheep, our species is about the same size, but the horns are less twisted and less divergent. The more important characteristics are, however, essentially the same, some of the best naturalists maintaining that the two are only varied | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041238 | forms of one species. In accordance with this view, Cuvier conjectures that since central Asia seems to be the region where the sheep first appeared, and from which it has been distributed, the argali may have been distributed over this continent from Asia by crossing Bering Strait on ice. This conjecture is not so ill founded as at first sight | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041239 | would appear; for the Strait is only about fifty miles wide, is interrupted by three islands, and is jammed with ice nearly every winter. Furthermore the argali is abundant on the mountains adjacent to the Strait at East Cape, where it is well known to the Tschuckchi hunters and where I have seen many of their horns. On account of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041240 | the extreme variability of the sheep under culture, it is generally supposed that the innumerable domestic breeds have all been derived from the few wild species; but the whole question is involved in obscurity. According to Darwin, sheep have been domesticated from a very ancient period, the remains of a small breed, differing from any now known, having been found | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041241 | in the famous Swiss lake-dwellings. Compared with the best-known domestic breeds, we find that our wild species is much larger, and, instead of an all-wool garment, wears a thick over-coat of hair like that of the deer, and an under-covering of fine wool. The hair, though rather coarse, is comfortably soft and spongy, and lies smooth, as if carefully tended | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041242 | with comb and brush. The predominant color during most of the year is brownish-gray, varying to bluish-gray in the autumn; the belly and a large, conspicuous patch on the buttocks are white; and the tail, which is very short, like that of a deer, is black, with a yellowish border. The wool is white, and grows in beautiful spirals down | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041243 | out of sight among the shining hair, like delicate climbing vines among stalks of corn. The horns of the male are of immense size, measuring in their greater diameter from five to six and a half inches, and from two and a half to three feet in length around the curve. They are yellowish-white in color, and ridged transversely, like | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041244 | those of the domestic ram. Their cross-section near the base is somewhat triangular in outline, and flattened toward the tip. Rising boldly from the top of the head, they curve gently backward and outward, then forward and outward, until about three fourths of a circle is described, and until the flattened, blunt tips are about two feet or two and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041245 | a half feet apart. Those of the female are flattened throughout their entire length, are less curved than those of the male, and much smaller, measuring less than a foot along the curve. A ram and ewe that I obtained near the Modoc lava-beds, to the northeast of Mount Shasta, measured as follows: _Ram._ _Ewe._ _ft._ _in._ _ft._ _in._ Height | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041246 | at shoulders Girth around shoulders 3 Length from nose to root of tail 10 3 Length of ears 4 Length of tail 4 4 Length of horns around curve 11 Distance across from tip to tip of horns 5 Circumference of horns at base The measurements of a male obtained in the Rocky Mountains by Audubon vary but little as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041247 | compared with the above. The weight of his specimen was pounds,[] which is, perhaps, about an average for full-grown males. The females are about a third lighter. Besides these differences in size, color, hair, etc., as noted above, we may observe that the domestic sheep, in a general way, is expressionless, like a dull bundle of something only half alive, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041248 | while the wild is as elegant and graceful as a deer, every movement manifesting admirable strength and character. The tame is timid; the wild is bold. The tame is always more or less ruffled and dirty; while the wild is as smooth and clean as the flowers of his mountain pastures. The earliest mention that I have been able to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041249 | find of the wild sheep in America is by Father Picolo, a Catholic missionary at Monterey, in the year , who, after describing it, oddly enough, as a kind of deer with a sheep-like head, and about as large as a calf one or two years old, naturally hurries on to remark: I have eaten of these beasts; their flesh | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041250 | is very tender and delicious. Mackenzie, in his northern travels, heard the species spoken of by the Indians as white buffaloes. And Lewis and Clark tell us that, in a time of great scarcity on the head waters of the Missouri, they saw plenty of wild sheep, but they were too shy to be shot. A few of the more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041251 | energetic of the Pah Ute Indians hunt the wild sheep every season among the more accessible sections of the High Sierra, in the neighborhood of passes, where, from having been pursued, they have become extremely wary; but in the rugged wilderness of peaks and caons, where the foaming tributaries of the San Joaquin and Kings rivers take their rise, they | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041252 | fear no hunter save the wolf, and are more guileless and approachable than their tame kindred. While engaged in the work of exploring high regions where they delight to roam I have been greatly interested in studying their habits. In the months of November and December, and probably during a considerable portion of midwinter, they all flock together, male and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041253 | female, old and young. I once found a complete band of this kind numbering upward of fifty, which, on being alarmed, went bounding away across a jagged lava-bed at admirable speed, led by a majestic old ram, with the lambs safe in the middle of the flock. In spring and summer, the full-grown rams form separate bands of from three | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041254 | to twenty, and are usually found feeding along the edges of glacier meadows, or resting among the castle-like crags of the high summits; and whether quietly feeding, or scaling the wild cliffs, their noble forms and the power and beauty of their movements never fail to strike the beholder with lively admiration. Their resting-places seem to be chosen with reference | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041255 | to sunshine and a wide outlook, and most of all to safety. Their feeding-grounds are among the most beautiful of the wild gardens, bright with daisies and gentians and mats of purple bryanthus, lying hidden away on rocky headlands and caon sides, where sunshine is abundant, or down in the shady glacier valleys, along the banks of the streams and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041256 | lakes, where the plushy sod is greenest. Here they feast all summer, the happy wanderers, perhaps relishing the beauty as well as the taste of the lovely flora on which they feed. [Illustration: SNOW-BOUND ON MOUNT SHASTA.] When the winter storms set in, loading their highland pastures with snow, then, like the birds, they gather and go to lower climates, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041257 | usually descending the eastern flank of the range to the rough, volcanic table-lands and treeless ranges of the Great Basin adjacent to the Sierra. They never make haste, however, and seem to have no dread of storms, many of the strongest only going down leisurely to bare, wind-swept ridges, to feed on bushes and dry bunch-grass, and then returning up | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041258 | into the snow. Once I was snow-bound on Mount Shasta for three days, a little below the timber line. It was a dark and stormy time, well calculated to test the skill and endurance of mountaineers. The snow-laden gale drove on night and day in hissing, blinding floods, and when at length it began to abate, I found that a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041259 | small band of wild sheep had weathered the storm in the lee of a clump of Dwarf Pines a few yards above my storm-nest, where the snow was eight or ten feet deep. I was warm back of a rock, with blankets, bread, and fire. My brave companions lay in the snow, without food, and with only the partial shelter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041260 | of the short trees, yet they made no sign of suffering or faint-heartedness. In the months of May and June, the wild sheep bring forth their young in solitary and almost inaccessible crags, far above the nesting-rocks of the eagle. I have frequently come upon the beds of the ewes and lambs at an elevation of from , to , | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041261 | feet above sea-level. These beds are simply oval-shaped hollows, pawed out among loose, disintegrating rock-chips and sand, upon some sunny spot commanding a good outlook, and partially sheltered from the winds that sweep those lofty peaks almost without intermission. Such is the cradle of the little mountaineer, aloft in the very sky; rocked in storms, curtained in clouds, sleeping in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041262 | thin, icy air; but, wrapped in his hairy coat, and nourished by a strong, warm mother, defended from the talons of the eagle and the teeth of the sly coyote, the bonny lamb grows apace. He soon learns to nibble the tufted rock-grasses and leaves of the white spirsea; his horns begin to shoot, and before summer is done he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041263 | is strong and agile, and goes forth with the flock, watched by the same divine love that tends the more helpless human lamb in its cradle by the fireside. Nothing is more commonly remarked by noisy, dusty trail-travelers in the Sierra than the want of animal lifeno song-birds, no deer, no squirrels, no game of any kind, they say. But | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041264 | if such could only go away quietly into the wilderness, sauntering afoot and alone with natural deliberation, they would soon learn that these mountain mansions are not without inhabitants, many of whom, confiding and gentle, would not try to shun their acquaintance. [Illustration: HEAD OF THE MERINO RAM (DOMESTIC).] In the fall of I was tracing the South Fork of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041265 | the San Joaquin up its wild caon to its farthest glacier fountains. It was the season of alpine Indian summer. The sun beamed lovingly; the squirrels were nutting in the pine-trees, butterflies hovered about the last of the goldenrods, the willow and maple thickets were yellow, the meadows brown, and the whole sunny, mellow landscape glowed like a countenance in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041266 | the deepest and sweetest repose. On my way over the glacier-polished rocks along the river, I came to an expanded portion of the caon, about two miles long and half a mile wide, which formed a level park inclosed with picturesque granite walls like those of Yosemite Valley. Down through the middle of it poured the beautiful river shining and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041267 | spangling in the golden light, yellow groves on its banks, and strips of brown meadow; while the whole park was astir with wild life, some of which even the noisiest and least observing of travelers must have seen had they been with me. Deer, with their supple, well-grown fawns, bounded from thicket to thicket as I advanced; grouse kept rising | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041268 | from the brown grass with a great whirring of wings, and, alighting on the lower branches of the pines and poplars, allowed a near approach, as if curious to see me. Farther on, a broad-shouldered wildcat showed himself, coming out of a grove, and crossing the river on a flood-jamb of logs, halting for a moment to look back. The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041269 | bird-like tamias frisked about my feet everywhere among the pine-needles and seedy grass-tufts; cranes waded the shallows of the river-bends, the kingfisher rattled from perch to perch, and the blessed ouzel sang amid the spray of every cascade. Where may lonely wanderer find a more interesting family of mountain-dwellers, earth-born companions and fellow-mortals? It was afternoon when I joined them, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041270 | and the glorious landscape began to fade in the gloaming before I awoke from their enchantment. Then I sought a camp-ground on the river-bank, made a cupful of tea, and lay down to sleep on a smooth place among the yellow leaves of an aspen grove. Next day I discovered yet grander landscapes and grander life. Following the river over | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041271 | huge, swelling rock-bosses through a majestic caon, and past innumerable cascades, the scenery in general became gradually wilder and more alpine. The Sugar Pine and Silver Firs gave place to the hardier Cedar and Hemlock Spruce. The caon walls became more rugged and bare, and gentians and arctic daisies became more abundant in the gardens and strips of meadow along | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041272 | the streams. Toward the middle of the afternoon I came to another valley, strikingly wild and original in all its features, and perhaps never before touched by human foot. As regards area of level bottom-land, it is one of the very smallest of the Yosemite type, but its walls are sublime, rising to a height of from to feet above | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041273 | the river. At the head of the valley the main caon forks, as is found to be the case in all yosemites. The formation of this one is due chiefly to the action of two great glaciers, whose fountains lay to the eastward, on the flanks of Mounts Humphrey and Emerson and a cluster of nameless peaks farther south. [Illustration: | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041274 | HEAD OF ROCKY MOUNTAIN WILD SHEEP.] The gray, boulder-chafed river was singing loudly through the valley, but above its massy roar I heard the booming of a waterfall, which drew me eagerly on; and just as I emerged from the tangled groves and brier-thickets at the head of the valley, the main fork of the river came in sight, falling | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041275 | fresh from its glacier fountains in a snowy cascade, between granite walls feet high. The steep incline down which the glad waters thundered seemed to bar all farther progress. It was not long, however, before I discovered a crooked seam in the rock, by which I was enabled to climb to the edge of a terrace that crosses the caon, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041276 | and divides the cataract nearly in the middle. Here I sat down to take breath and make some entries in my note-book, taking advantage, at the same time, of my elevated position above the trees to gaze back over the valley into the heart of the noble landscape, little knowing the while what neighbors were near. After spending a few | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041277 | minutes in this way, I chanced to look across the fall, and there stood three sheep quietly observing me. Never did the sudden appearance of a mountain, or fall, or human friend more forcibly seize and rivet my attention. Anxiety to observe accurately held me perfectly still. Eagerly I marked the flowing undulations of their firm, braided muscles, their strong | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041278 | legs, ears, eyes, heads, their graceful rounded necks, the color of their hair, and the bold, upsweeping curves of their noble horns. When they moved I watched every gesture, while they, in no wise disconcerted either by my attention or by the tumultuous roar of the water, advanced deliberately alongside the rapids, between the two divisions of the cataract, turning | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041279 | now and then to look at me. Presently they came to a steep, ice-burnished acclivity, which they ascended by a succession of quick, short, stiff-legged leaps, reaching the top without a struggle. This was the most startling feat of mountaineering I had ever witnessed, and, considering only the mechanics of the thing, my astonishment could hardly have been greater had | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041280 | they displayed wings and taken to flight. Surefooted mules on such ground would have fallen and rolled like loosened boulders. Many a time, where the slopes are far lower, I have been compelled to take off my shoes and stockings, tie them to my belt, and creep barefooted, with the utmost caution. No wonder then, that I watched the progress | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041281 | of these animal mountaineers with keen sympathy, and exulted in the boundless sufficiency of wild nature displayed in their invention, construction, and keeping. A few minutes later I caught sight of a dozen more in one band, near the foot of the upper fall. They were standing on the same side of the river with me, only twenty-five or thirty | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041282 | yards away, looking as unworn and perfect as if created on the spot. It appeared by their tracks, which I had seen in the Little Yosemite, and by their present position, that when I came up the caon they were all feeding together down in the valley, and in their haste to reach high ground, where they could look about | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041283 | them to ascertain the nature of the strange disturbance, they were divided, three ascending on one side the river, the rest on the other. The main band, headed by an experienced chief, now began to cross the wild rapids between the two divisions of the cascade. This was another exciting feat; for, among all the varied experiences of mountaineers, the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041284 | crossing of boisterous, rock-dashed torrents is found to be one of the most trying to the nerves. Yet these fine fellows walked fearlessly to the brink, and jumped from boulder to boulder, holding themselves in easy poise above the whirling, confusing current, as if they were doing nothing extraordinary. [Illustration: CROSSING A CAON STREAM.] In the immediate foreground of this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041285 | rare picture there was a fold of ice-burnished granite, traversed by a few bold lines in which rock-ferns and tufts of bryanthus were growing, the gray caon walls on the sides, nobly sculptured and adorned with brown cedars and pines; lofty peaks in the distance, and in the middle ground the snowy fall, the voice and soul of the landscape; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041286 | fringing bushes beating time to its thunder-tones, the brave sheep in front of it, their gray forms slightly obscured in the spray, yet standing out in good, heavy relief against the close white water, with their huge horns rising like the upturned roots of dead pine-trees, while the evening sunbeams streaming up the caon colored all the picture a rosy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041287 | purple and made it glorious. After crossing the river, the dauntless climbers, led by their chief, at once began to scale the caon wall, turning now right, now left, in long, single file, keeping well apart out of one anothers way, and leaping in regular succession from crag to crag, now ascending slippery dome-curves, now walking leisurely along the edges | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041288 | of precipices, stopping at times to gaze down at me from some flat-topped rock, with heads held aslant, as if curious to learn what I thought about it, or whether I was likely to follow them. After reaching the top of the wall, which, at this place, is somewhere between and feet high, they were still visible against the sky | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041289 | as they lingered, looking down in groups of twos or threes. Throughout the entire ascent they did not make a single awkward step, or an unsuccessful effort of any kind. I have frequently seen tame sheep in mountains jump upon a sloping rock-surface, hold on tremulously a few seconds, and fall back baffled and irresolute. But in the most trying | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041290 | situations, where the slightest want or inaccuracy would have been fatal, these always seemed to move in comfortable reliance on their strength and skill, the limits of which they never appeared to know. Moreover, each one of the flock, while following the guidance of the most experienced, yet climbed with intelligent independence as a perfect individual, capable of separate existence | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041291 | whenever it should wish or be compelled to withdraw from the little clan. The domestic sheep, on the contrary, is only a fraction of an animal, a whole flock being required to form an individual, just as numerous flowerets are required to make one complete sunflower. Those shepherds who, in summer, drive their flocks to the mountain pastures, and, while | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041292 | watching them night and day, have seen them frightened by bears and storms, and scattered like wind-driven chaff, will, in some measure, be able to appreciate the self-reliance and strength and noble individuality of Natures sheep. Like the Alp-climbing ibex of Europe, our mountaineer is said to plunge headlong down the faces of sheer precipices, and alight on his big | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041293 | horns. I know only two hunters who claim to have actually witnessed this feat; I never was so fortunate. They describe the act as a diving head-foremost. The horns are so large at the base that they cover the upper portion of the head down nearly to a level with the eyes, and the skull is exceedingly strong. I struck | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041294 | an old, bleached specimen on Mount Ritter a dozen blows with my ice-ax without breaking it. Such skulls would not fracture very readily by the wildest rock-diving, but other bones could hardly be expected to hold together in such a performance; and the mechanical difficulties in the way of controlling their movements, after striking upon an irregular surface, are, in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041295 | themselves, sufficient to show this boulder-like method of progression to be impossible, even in the absence of all other evidence on the subject; moreover, the ewes follow wherever the rams may lead, although their horns are mere spikes. I have found many pairs of the horns of the old rams considerably battered, doubtless a result of fighting. I was particularly | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041296 | interested in the question, after witnessing the performances of this San Joaquin band upon the glaciated rocks at the foot of the falls; and as soon as I procured specimens and examined their feet, all the mystery disappeared. The secret, considered in connection with exceptionally strong muscles, is simply this: the wide posterior portion of the bottom of the foot, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041297 | instead of wearing down and becoming flat and hard, like the feet of tame sheep and horses, bulges out in a soft, rubber-like pad or cushion, which not only grips and holds well on smooth rocks, but fits into small cavities, and down upon or against slight protuberances. Even the hardest portions of the edge of the hoof are comparatively | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041298 | soft and elastic; furthermore, the toes admit of an extraordinary amount of both lateral and vertical movement, allowing the foot to accommodate itself still more perfectly to the irregularities of rock surfaces, while at the same time increasing the gripping power. At the base of Sheep Rock, one of the winter strongholds of the Shasta flocks, there lives a stock-raiser | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000041299 | who has had the advantage of observing the movements of wild sheep every winter; and, in the course of a conversation with him on the subject of their diving habits, he pointed to the front of a lava headland about feet high, which is only eight or ten degrees out of the perpendicular. There, said he, I followed a band | 60 | gutenberg |
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