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140 TItE CONDOR Vote. X By wearing a head net inside of a bed net and then closing the tent up tight we manage to sleep without being caressed by the "skeeters." It is almost impossi- ble to work outside of mosquito nets even inside of the tightest tent. Burning buhack usually drives them out; but almost all of our endeavors to evade them have been futile. The sandflies are so small that the net will not stop them and their bite feels like some one running a hot needle in one's arm. Any account of these small insects may seem trivial but they certainly have made us feel their impor- tance. It is humiliating to be driven out of the woods by such small creatures when hunting for bear; but it would not be much worse to be eaten all at once than to be devoured daily by these gauzy-winged "hellets". Then too their bites are always itching and I will scratch them in my sleep. These make ideal material for arsenic sores. Enough for our pains, so let us look to some of our pleasures. While we were working at Canoe Passage on Hawkins Island, Miss Alexander found a Northern Bald Eagle's nest and thought from the actions of the parents that the nest must contain young. The nest was an immense affair; eight by ten feet in diameter, measured with a steel tape that had no rubber in it! It was placed in a large hump-backed hemlock tree that stood near the point of a low sand spit. There were but very few limbs on the rough moss-covered tree trunk which was too big to "hug" up, so we went down a couple of days later with cameras, ropes and an ax. As we approached the nest one of the old white heads came sail- ing over from his watch tower on an old dead hemlock. When he came to a spot above the nest he hovered up against the wind for a minute while he uttered a few anxious chuckle-like notes. Both birds seemed quite threatening but it was only a bluff as they cleared out entirely when I began climbing the tree. We managed to get a rope over the first limb and after I had tied it around me, Mr. Hasselborg began to hoist away so that together with his pulling and my scratching I man- aged to reach the first limb. Then after I had thrown the rope over. the next limb the pulling and scratching began again and continued until I had reached the nest where I was surprised to find three instead of two young fuzzy eaglets as I had ex- pected. They could not have been more than two weeks old as the largest of the three did not weigh more than a pound. The smallest one was not much more than half the size of the largest one. They seemed to not be at all afraid of me and surveyed me with curiosity only. Then they snuggled up in the moss that lined the nest and went to sleep. The nest was evidently an old one as a large currant bush twined its green branches over one side of the nest. It must support at least a ton of snow during the winter so I got out and walked around in it after taking some photos of the eaglets. I hope to be able to raise them and get a life history series of photographs. Grouse seemed to be quite common about the high wooded knolls near the beach. They are very different from the grouse that we got last year. They are much smaller and darker. Mr. Heller thought that it was the Franklin Grouse but I do not think that it is. None of them have more than sixteen tail feathers; so I suppose that they belong to the genus Canachites and are probably the Alaska Spruce Grouse but as we have no description of this form, I cannot be sure. The comb is not orange colored, but almost a cardinal hue. The upper tail coverts are not strikingly barred but have the same appearance as the rest of the upper parts. They stay in the dark woods and scarcely ever flush unless we almost tramp upon them. The country about Canoe Passage on Hawkins Island was low and rolling with large open parks bordered by wooded creeks. There were a number of lagoons almost shut off from the Bay by long grassy gravel bars. One mountain in the in-