from where ever we were sitting, Palmer's Thrashers were continually near the camp, singing or giving their peculiar, loud whistle from its low branches of some mesquite tree. A small flock of Gambel's Quail remained near the camp continually. April 2. Our letters, with money, came in the morning, and we left Phoenix at about 10: A.M. We crossed the Salt River at Tempe and camped a short distance beyond. Shortly after leaving Phoenix we saw our first Bendire's Thrasher. At first we did not know what it was, but Will found the nest in a small Tree, and shot the male bird, so we soon identified it. Will shot an Albino Red-winged Blackbird out of a large flock. Then with the others it looked pure white, but after he shot it, we saw that it was of a dirty yellowish color, and moulting badly. Still, it was a very strange bird. Will collected a set of Say's Phoebe from an artificial cavern in the side of a hill. C.D. Howard took a set of two, and Rising one of three of Albert's Towhee. Where we crossed the Salt River the water was very deep, rising over the hubs and the tongue. April 3. Passed through Mesa City, and camped several miles beyond. After going through Mesa, we lost the road in a thick grove of mesquite trees, intersected by innumerable roads made by wood- choppers. He were confused by these, and after vainly attempting to find a way out we obliged to camp in the trees.