Kaufman, Clark Co., Idaho. June 27. I "squeaked" on the back of my hand and it exposed its head and shoulders to look at me. Its .2 shot in the 4/0 was used to collect it. About noon I left this camp and turned west off the main road to hunt in a dry farm area for Citellus mollis. About 1/2 mile from where I had camped I collected the first one. It had a burrow in the hard volcanic ash soil (loess - and clay loam I have also termed this soil) in an open area near the road. I drove west for 14 miles, that is to the lava beds, and saw numerous burrows along the fences - a favorite habitat in cultivated areas - but only two squirrels, one of which I collected at a place about 20 mi. NW of American Falls. CCC boys have been poisoning squirrels extensively in this area and this doubtless account for their scarcity. After I reached the lava beds, I retraced my path a mile and turned north driving for approximately 10 miles in this direction through a dry farm area - many ranches were deserted. It was not until I