An Afterglow
Admirable program, that, for the exhibition, which your letter well outlines!
Snow, snow, snow ! You never saw anything like it. Mr. Lampland thinks we must have slipped our latitude and I am sure the Pole has moved. A blinding blizzard this morning almost worthy of Dakota.
Yesterday Mr. E. C. Slipher and Mr. Gill ascended the Peaks as far as the edge of the Alp on skis. Mr. Slipher reported the snow on it as at least seven feet deep. His ski pole would not touch bottom. He saw a cottontail just below the open- ing, the highest point yet for a cottontail.
On their way out in the morning they flushed a jack-rabbit just this side of the 40 inch. Moi aussi in the middle of the day started one by the bend of Wolf Canon. I had just crossed over the ravine from the lynx hole and was standing looking round, considering the spot as probably untenanted of jacks when suddenly from the very nearest pine not fifteen feet from me up jumped a jack which I could have seen perfectly had I only looked. I snapped him as he ran and am now going to see if I have him on the film. That is the way to find them. Walk through little pines and stop every now and then. It is only when you stop that they start.
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