Dr. Bequaert and I put in our best collecting these days at the noon stops for lunch, but the time available was little. On June 2, at South Hill, Virginia, were numerous bees in the flowers of Senecio malli. A shower near Gibsonville, North Carolina, on the following day was the last rain encountered until we reached western Texas. The country between had long been suffering severe drought, and nearly all garden truck was utterly ruined. This made difficult the purchase of fresh fruit and vegetables upon which we had been counting. A

Looking southward into The mountains are the Coast

THE COLORADO DESERT AT COYOTE WELLS, CALIFORNIA.
Mexico, from very near the International Boundary.
Range and form the western boundary of the desert.

like difficutly in obtaining milk was a source of continual amazement and disgust to those of us who were not used to southern ways. These members of our party were furnished a never-ending source of amusement in the open interest and undisguised curiosity in regard to our party manifested whenever we happened to stop. Although we were following the advertised lines of various auto "highways," nothing seemed to be more novel to the citizenry than transcontinental autoists. At each halt, especially in small towns, we were quickly surrounded by a curious but good-natured throng, who naïvely put to us whatever questions happened to occur to them, passed

CAMP IN THE DESERT NEAR SHEFFIELD, TEXAS. At night we would drive a short way from the road, and camp without further formality than to spread our blankets.

critical judgment upon our outfit and cars, and took keen delight in commenting to each other upon their probable sensations, if they were to take such a trip as ours. Net in hand, I was one day attentively regarding a bush along the road, when

a lady passed, escorted by a gentleman. Her interest was all in what I was doing. I could hear her words, "My curiosity is getting the better of me, Jim! My curiosity is getting the better of me, Jim! My curiosity IS getting the better of me." But evidently she came off victorious, for strange to say they did not stop.

Our road led through Greensboro and Charlotte, North Carolina, Blacksburg and Spartansburg, South Carolina, into Georgia. Raphiptera minimella, a crambid, appeared in the trap lantern catch near Anderson, South Carolina. At Athens, Georgia, we were most hospitably entertained by Dr. J. M. Reade, professor of botany at the university, who accompanied us to Stone Mountain. Here the writer felt at

THE ENDLESS ROAD.

home, for it is to him an old and cherished collecting ground. On the bare rocks dwell a very interesting grasshopper, Trimerotropis saxatilis MacNeill, closely imitating the color of the rocks, even speckled with the green of the lichens with which the rocks are covered. The imposing spectacle of the north face of the mountain, like a huge Zeppelin at rest, a mass of bare granite, held a new interest, for workmen had started the heroic bas-relief figures of confederate heroes that are to cover it.

IN THE CATALINA MOUNTAINS NORTH OF TUCSON, ARIZONA, the autos yielded their load

to slowly plodding burros. "Desert Canaries," the prospectors call them.

For night collecting, in addition to the trap light which I have described, we very generally made use of another device, the idea for which was derived from an article by H. S. Barber in the Proceedings of the Entomological Society of Washington (Vol. 13, pp. 72-73). It consisted of a tent of cheesecloth, four feet high, stretched over a pyramidal frame of eight wires, which could be taken apart and packed in a bundle. Four more wires formed an inner pyramid, two feet in height, which

supported an acetylene burner, connected by a rubber hose with the prestolite tank of one of the Fords. The tent could be set up in a favorable situation, and never failed to draw a varied assortment of flies, moths, Hemiptera, Coleoptera, antlions, some grasshoppers, male ants, an occasional cicada, etc. Later on, in the west, it brought innumerable males of Brachycistis and Chyphotes (Myrmoside) and of Photopsis (Mutillidæ). It proved a very popular evening pastime to sit around this tent and pick off rarities. In the desert countries wind scorpions (Solpugida) were always to be found scurrying around it. Sometimes after an evening in which the insects were very numerous, we would turn the tent inside out and crowd it into a large cyanide can. Then after the catch was stilled what quantities of things were to be found! Of course

the moths were largely ruined with that treatment. Some time I hope some Lachnosterna enthusiast may have the pleasure of rejoicing over his part of our nocturnal catches, and it will be no small share.

At Auburn, Alabama, we had a most delightful visit with Dr. J. W. Robbins, professor of botany in the Agricultural College. There was very good collecting on the flowers of Ceanothus americanus and of Asclepias tuberosa. In the trap lantern catch a prize appeared, a moth of a species which has subsequently been described by Barnes and McDunnough as Lithacodia indeterminata; also Eois demissaria, a good geometer.

South of Montgomery the road led through a wilderness that would delight one's heart. Perhaps the best of it was where we camped the night of June 11, two miles south of Leroy on a small stream flowing into the Tombigbee River. We had left the rolling red clay hills of the Piedmont Plateau behind us, and were in the sandy, piney woods of the coastal plain. A very sandy approach to an old negro church offered a good spot to pitch camp. To my great delight I soon found that this sand was the home of great quantities of Mutillidæ, which I spent all available time in collecting, males and females. Calopteryx apicalis lent a touch of tropical brilliancy to the foliage along the clear stream of black water, water the color of strong black tea. After supper we could not resist the lure of this stream with its sandy banks, and several of us had a fine swim; also washed our clothes. Diachlorus femoratus, the "yellow fly," was abundant and bloodthirsty, a perfect nuisance when bathing in the river. The spot was rich in horse flies: Tabanus americanus and T. flavus, the last-named species on the wooden walls of a house and in the tents in the morning. The trap lantern caught some fine crambids: Raphiptera minimella Robinson and Iesta lisetta Dyer. The previous night at Flatwood, we took Diallagma lutea Smith, representing a genus of Noctuidæ, hitherto unrepresented in the collection of Cornell University.

The Buick had now developed another broken spring, and was obliged to hobble along as far as New Orleans with one side propped up on timbers. Some day you may ask Mr. Shannon how it felt, riding over that wheel across the chuck holes of Mississippi. At Mobile we turned west along the Gulf, camping near Theodore. Here an interested lad of the region offered to guide some of us to "a fine swimming hole." En route, stimulated doubtless by the unusual features of our