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 
