40 THE NAUTILUS. 



In the Eighties Calabasas was one of the wonders of that dec- 

 ade, according to the promoters' literature in New York. The 

 Metropolis of the Far West was its name. Side- wheel steamers 

 plied the Santa Cruz, whereas we had a hard time crossing that 

 stream in the dry sand. The docks were piled high with cotton 

 and tobacco bales in the pictures, hogsheads of sugar and pigs 

 of metal. Picturesque Mexicans hustled cattle into the stock 

 yards. The Indians just across the river were chasing buffalo, 

 deer and elk. Lithographs also revealed hotels, boards of trade 

 and banks, their corridors filled with excited investors in silk 

 hats and sombreros. The hotel and another large building re- 

 main, but the land for miles around after being in the courts for 

 many years is now in the possession of the heirs of a Spanish 

 grant the Bacca Float. 



On the west side of Mount Washington, of the Patagonia 

 range, Sonorella patagonica can be found in the boulder dikes and 

 islands of the canyons and the dead were plentiful in the foot 

 hills west of the Nogales-Duquesne highway. A hard half-day 

 in the brush and briars of the Red Mountain, property of the 

 Red Mountain Mining Co. , north side, netted two Sonorellas. 



Mt. Washington seemed to be above 8,000 feet high, and our 

 camps about 5,000. There was much snow on both sides, east 

 and west, and the pass was long and steep. Army-truck drivers 

 camped with us for the night as the pass was too difficult for 

 anything except the best of daylight. It took three trips to 

 get our party over and then Hinkley with the empty auto and 

 empty trailer on the fourth trip was hung up on the brow of the 

 mountain in a snow storm all night. Merely for company I 

 was in the party. With a good fire we were fairly warm and 

 dry, and slept some. 



At Duquesne Sonorella parietalis was found in the same colony 

 with patagonica, sixty of them alive. A large collection of 

 Pupas and other small ones were gathered and Mr. Hinkley is 

 now sorting them out of the dirt. He also has the fresh-water 

 collection. This mining property owned by the George West- 

 inghouse heirs was the liveliest camp in our journey. Copper 

 was being rolled out at war-time speed and the ore shipped 

 to El Paso via a Mexican R. R. station, at the foot of the San 



