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374 ENTOMOLOGICAL SOCIETY

LETTERS FROM THE SOUTHWEST.

The Colorado Desert.

By H. G. HUBBARD.

SAN DIEGO, GALA., February

/, 1879.

I

must

notclose thisletterwithoutdescribing

my

journeyacross the State of California

from

the Colorado river of

Arizona

to the sea.

On

leaving

Yuma we

turn

down

stream and run for seven miles inthe bottom lands

back

from the river.

At

El Rio, the old stage line crossing of the river,there is

now

but a sign-post rising in solitary loneliness

from

the untrodden sands of the desert,,but the distant river

bank

is

marked by

a line of oldgrey

cottonwood

trees, which, doubtless, still rear underneath their bark Eleusis fasciata

and

the

numerous

otherColeoptara ofDr.

LeConte's collectingin 1850.

At

this point therailroad climbs

up from

the riverbottom onto the desolate sandyplain

and

heads

westward

towardsthe sea.

A

greatisolated

dome

ofbarren rocks

marks

thispointaround

which

theriver turns

away southward

in its course tothe gulf.

Here

begins a broad

and

level avenue

between two

lines ofhills

which

rise gradually into snow-clad mountains,

and on

this course the iron rails of the Southern Pacific stretch west

by

north, with hardly a perceptible curve to right or left, and with not a single cutthrough sand hill or rock, across the rollsof the continent to the

summit

of the passover the Sierra

Nevada

Mountains.

At

first

we

rise overa

wave

of sand 5 miles in width.

The

vegetation consists of scanty

and

stunted shrubs ; on the north, extending to the footof absolutelybarren

and sunbaked

rocks, and.

on

the south, disappearingaltogether inanendless succession ofwhite sand hills, drifted like the

waves

of the sea.

More and more

desolate

becomes

the country as

we

descend into the region beneath the level of the sea.

At Mammoth Tanks

thetrain stops a

moment

to drop acake of ice before the doorof a solitary cot tage, neat

and

trim in a fresh coat of

brown

paint, butresting

on

the bare sands besides thetrack,with nota greenleaf in sight for miles around.

A

littlegarden ground, laidoutwith white stones instead ofplants, has the cynical notice to "

keep offthe grass!"

The

sun of an

August noon

beats

down upon

the

unshaded

soil,

but underneath the

shadow

of the verandaof the dwellingstands a

young

girl,freshandcool in herwhite muslindress, likea

sum mer

girl at

Newport.

Against the wall of the building

by

her

side rests a bicycle resplendent in polished metal,

and

near at

hand

a wonderful figureof a slim athletic

man

in knickerbockers andred shirt,decoratedwith

many

medalsand witha

huge

revol verslung in a leathei bolster at his hip.

We

did not delayto

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inquire the

meaning

ofthisapparition inthe midstof theburning desert sands, but plunged

onward and downward

into the frying

pan

of the continent, 263 feetbeneath the oceanlevel.

Away

to the south, a

glimmering

line ofwater begins to^ ap pear,

which

keeps even pace with us, mile

on

mile, but

grows

everbroader

and more

distinct, until, finally,therestandout,

upon

itssurface,rockyislets

and

promontories,

and

thewhitesandbanks of the distant shorearereflected

from

itas in a mirror.

At Vol

cano Springs, a railroad section station, with

two

or three

ram

bling buildings, built mostlyof railroadties,the plain slopes

away

tothe south, abald sheet of dead clay, like thedried-up

bottom

of ahorsepondin

midsummer.

Its surface is

seamed and

streaked withtrickling channels of

some

long forgottenflood, all

winding down

to

meet

the line of glistening water.

It

was

here the passengers,

crowding

out onto the platform of the cars, inquired ofone of the inhabitants the

name

ofthis long

and narrow

lake

which had accompanied

usso

many

miles,

and

were told, although not one of us believed the tale, there

was

no water there, but only a mirage of the tremblingair

on

the sun- dried

mud.

Itcould not be credited,for looking

backward

with our

own

eyes

we saw

the rippling

waves

break

upon

the shores,

and

the shallow waters

growing

ever broader as they receded, openingat last

between

bold rocky headlands intoan estuary of a limitless sea, blue asthebay ofNaples.

But whether

a

phantom

sea or lake of brine,

we

rolledalongitsshores

some

milesfurther, getting deeperinto

summer and

longing for

panama

hats,

and

the

brown mud becoming

at firstheavy

and

thenwhiteas

snow,

until, at Salton, everything

seemed

floating in theair,

and huge

build

ings,emitting puffsofsteamfrom every pore, stood restinglightly

on

the surface of the water,

and

locomotiveswith trainsofloaded cars

came

floating inwards bringingsalt to

add

to the

snowy

piles that linedour track.

On

getting

underway

again

we

soon crossed overthevalley, headingthe lake ormirage, whicheverit

may

be,

and

sped along over plains white with salt

and

underthe

shadow

of lofty

moun

tains

crowned

with black stormclouds

and

dusted with

snow.

Soon we

rolled into thecoolshadeof the

palms

that clusterabout the hotel at Indio,

where

water,brought

down

in pipes from the

San

Bernardino Mountains,

makes

a greenoasisof grass

and

ver dure.

Here we

had a dinner long to be

remembered.

After

wards we began

the long climb

up

the slope of the sierra.

Sand

dunes, with half-buried thickets of desert vegetation, gradually gave

way

to rocks

and

cactiwith

clumps

of Yuccas.

At

last a

littlestation,

marked Palm

Springs

upon

itsfront,

was

reached,

and

here a

narrow

iron track lednorthwards into

some

hollowof the mountain,

where

they saylies hidden an oasis of hotels

and palm

trees.

Soon

after leavingthispoint, the storm in the mountains

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burst

upon

us in thevalley,

and

rainwithblastsof

wind

obscured the scenery.

I

went

to sleep for awhile,

and when

I

awoke,

behold theearth

had grown

green with grass.

A

refreshing coolness succeeded the hot breath of the desert.

The

mountains

came

closer

and

the valley rose

between

them,

and

cultivated fieldsofalfalfa

began

to appear. Finally, grovesof red-limbed fruittrees, with shining threadsofirrigation waters, linedour way,

and

at sunsetthe

cows came

trooping

home

tothefarm yards

wading

knee deepinclover.

This

was

the end of the desert

and

the

summit

of the divide at

Beaumont. Thence we

whirled

downwards

in the darkness, passing

towns

innumerable, with junctionstoPasadena, Redlands,

Pomona, and many

others, well

remembered

names.

At

last

we saw

the twinklinglights of a great city,

and

the various stations of

Los Angeles were

called.

LETTERS FROM THE SOUTHWEST.

SaltonLakeinthe Colorado Desert andItsInsectFauna.

BY H.

G.

HUBBARD.

YUMA,

ARIZ.,

March

30, 1897.

In regard to

what you

say of the insects collected by

me

in the desert

washes

at

Palm

Springs,thattheCalifornia desert

was

once an

arm

of the Californiagulf,

you

are surely mistaken.

The

shells foundinallthisregion areallfresh-waterremains;

and

themarine shells are found only to the south of the divide

which bounds

theSalton Sea.

The

desert sands bordering thisdepression are white withsmall shells, but they areall of the usual fresh-water forms. I havepreserved a

few

of the smaller

and most abundant

forms. I believe even from

my

short visit to Salton that I

havegot the essentialcharacter of the fauna. It contains abso lutely no marine forms and

none

at all'modified

by

the peculiar environment, except, perhaps, the brine fly

(Ephydra), which

is quitedifferent from the species inhabiting the GreatSalt

Lake

of Utah.

There

is no Brine

Shrimp (Artemla)

in anyof the saline springs,

and

it isveryevidentthatthe origin of the salinedeposit

isquite recent

and

even

now

in process of formation

from

the

numerous

saline springs

which

surround the basin both

on

the north

and

south.

At

the surface these springs contain only

from

i to6 per cent, of solid saline matter, but at a depth of

one

or

two

feetthe brine has a density or 27 per cent.,consisting ofboth chloride of

sodium and

sulphate of soda (Glauber's salt).

At

no very remote period thisbasin

was

filledwith fresh water, but neither thisnor any other part of theColoradodesertnorth of the

San

Jacinto range

was

ever marine.

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