THE NAUTILUS. Ill 



an interesting ride. As a rule the condition of the highways for 

 exercise, equals any gymnasium this side of the Alleghanies. We 

 tipped our wagon over in the Graham Mountains, but we held it up all 

 but once, anyhow. 



Physa was found in the water tanks and cienegas, and Oreohelix 

 strigosa depressa and a Sonorella were found in the Grahams ; another 

 Sonorella in the Peloncillos, but more of them are there. 



This was a mere scouting expedition to see how the land lay for 

 ferns and snails another year. We seldom remained more than one 

 night in the same camp, hitting high spots for collecting at meal times, 

 and before hitching up. 



Coles knew where the water was and where it was not, and so 

 arranged the drinks. At Clifton, we corralled our wagon, and with 

 horses to ride and mules to pack, continued the jouruey to the White 

 Mountains of Arizona (not new Mexico). On Eagle Creek, the fourth 

 day. we commenced to find Oreohelix. As we climbed over the edge of 

 the Blue Range, I found an Ashmimella of the ckiricahuana group and 

 Oreohelix in the pine woods under logs. This was at 12,000 feet 

 above the sea, but the ascent had been gradual. It did not seem 

 high. From this point to the top of the White Mountains (Old Baldy, 

 14,000 feet,) the ascent was easy, the trail fine, the grass high and 

 cattle fat. 



Upon the return trip, we left the Eagle Creek trail at the Rim of 

 the Blue Mts. and dropped down Raspberry Canyon to the Blue 

 River, 5000 feet, returning to Clifton by the Blue and San Francisco 

 Rivers. At about 4,000 feet, Sonorellas were found again, and 

 Ashmunella pihbryana. The rocky slides looked inviting. It was 

 a hard race for horse feed, as the floods had destroyed grazing on the 

 flats, the bluffs were unscaleable, and duty called me home. I 

 opened only four " slides " in the last fifty miles. 



The river's banks have the best prospects. At every slide I 

 scratched, I found a new species. All had been unexplored country 

 conchologically, and I expected to find great things, large as tea 

 saucers, banded and punctuated with scarlet, clothed in feathers and 

 spines. Nevertheless, I found a dozen or so that are new ; and next 

 year I hope to revisit the neglected slides and go farther into the big 

 mountains. I know the way now. 



Cole shot a bear and we ate it up, also several deer and other 

 smaller things. The streams were full of speckled trout and the 



