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 NOV., 1906 I LIFE HISTORY OF THE CALIFORNIA CONDOR. PART I I37 sides with our field-glass, but saw no signs of condors. Theu the rest of the party went back on the trail a way and clambered down to the creek along which they ascended to a pocket in the side of the cliff opposite, that seenled to be climbable. They investigated several likely-looking places. On up the steep side they climbed till several hundred feet above the bed of the stream, while I kept vigil with the glasses. After huuting for an hour, no trace of condors could be fouud. Then, while we were all in good position to watch, according to agreement, I fired three shots from my revolver to see if the bird could be scared froill the nest which we were sure was somewhere in the locality. A few moments later, we all caught sight of a condor just alighting oil a ridge quite a way up the eauyon; we all saw her, but uo oue knew from which direction she came. I watched her for half an hour thru the glasses as she preened her feathers and stretched. This looked encour- agiug, as the actions were those of a sitting bird. Then suddenly, she took wing and sailed up the gorge out of sight. Thinking she had started for her nest, I hurried back dowu the mountain side, scrambling over bowlders. sli.ling, aud hanging to bushes, till I  ," reached the creek, and then worked oil up for half a mile till my progress was stopped by a water-fall cutting down thru two walls of rock. In the meantime my companions froill their side had watched the condor as she flew over and lighted on a high cliff, then back to her former perell. and tip tile canyon again to the old tree ou the cliff side where, tile youug bird was seeu last year. FroIn their  ' outlook up the mountain side, they saw her jtunp down to a lower perell, where she Was hidden from view. After waitiug half an hour, since she did not appear again, they de- scended the steep slope and we ate a hurried lunch and planned a further searell. We t11 kuew just about where tile old cou- " dor had disappeared. but tile steep side of tile' mountain wins rough and impassable in places. ' ' Further search revealed uothiug aloug the ledges and among tile bowlders. But we still co.=o.-s lST. GIVING ^N IDa^ O THE had the last aud surest resort. the sound of ROUGHNESS 01 'r THE COUNTFy the old pistol, that roared like a battery of caImous as tile echoes reverberated froill cliff to cliff. Climbing tip the opposite slope to a ledge across froIn where the old bird dis- appeared, I had a complete survey of the place where the nest was supposed to be. Both sides of the gorge were steep and not too far apart for ns to >-ell back and forth, but for all our calling no condor appeared. Finally, three illore shots were fired a few seconds apart, and after the third, the old coudor suddenly appeared on a rock only twenty feet above the head of one of my companions. The lmnter instinc. tively crawled behind a tree as the big bird sat there looking as if she were about to pitch into the intruder, who was vdling like mad at finding the nest. I myself was making the canyon resound with whoops