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 70 THE CONDOR '. Vol. XVI pin-point dot of reddish at the larger end. The set was very tender shelled, and was prepared for the cabinet with considerable difficulty. During the day I noted a pair of Slender-billed Nuthatches (citta caroiinen- sis aculeata), which Barlow has not recorded, and also nay first Turkey Vulture (Cathartes aura septentrionalis). This, however, Barlow has listed as not un- common. In deer brush eight feet up, I found a nest of the California Bush-tit (Psaltripar4s minimus californicus), with eight well-incubated eggs. Some distance away I flushed a Calaveras Warbler (Fermivora rutcapilla gutturalis), but on reaching the sp)t, after a careful search, I was unable to locate any nest. When almost half an hour had elapsed the bird returned, and after many roundabout flights, finally flew to, and disappeared in, a thick patch of weeds. Advancing very slowly, I succeeded in flushing the bird almost at my feet, from a nest that was placed at the foot of a small deer-brush shrub an(r completely arched over by pine needles. The nest held five eggs in an advanced stage of incubation, and was made outwardly and almost entirely of cedar bark, mixed with a few pine needles and with a lining of fine rootlets, fine wire-like grasses and hair. It is worthy of note that it contains no soap-root fibre, which Barlow mentions as being usually the principal material. Next day, May 22, I found but one nest of particular interest, beside the usual number of common ones. This, a Thick-billed Sparrow's, was three feet up in deer brush, newly completed, made of twigs and rootlets, and lined with bark strips. Towards evening I flushed a Tolmie Warbler (Oporornis tohniei) from an extensive patch of brush, but it grew dark before I could locate the nest. The following morning, May 23, I excavated, near the hotel, a nest of the Red-breasted Nuthatch'that I had noted the birds drilling on May 3. Now, though ten days had passed, it contained no eggs, although the nest proper was completed. The call of this bird resembles not.hing so much as that to which Mr. J. R. Pemberton has compared it, those little toy Christmas horns or bugles the note of which is not over loud and rather mellow. The bird's call note is almost identical with this, and the striking similarity serves to readily identify it. My short stay had now drawn to a c16Se, and it was very reluctantly that I packed for departure, for never had Fyffe, this outpost on the frontier of the great Sierran forest, appeared more fair. May streams wandered through banks of wild flowers and grass-carpeted woods, where dog-wood trees with their pro- fusion of snowy-petaled blossoms were everywhere conspicuous amid the giant pines, firs and cedars. And, too, unlike the oppressive warmth of late June or July, the weather now was cool and pleasant. Nor was it Fyffe alone that I regretted leaving, for to the east lay a region that offered even greater temptation. Every day now automobile parties, camp- ers or trampers were heading along this famous pioneer road to higher altitudes, to Slippery Ford, Echo, Summit and Lake Tahoe. Resort keepers, or cattle- men with their h&rds, went by, old time friends among them who offered the use of saddle-horse or a seat in some slow-moving caravan to make the journey east- ward; but unfortunately my way lay in the opposite direction. Ncr was it long tbefore my conveyance rolled up to the door. Grips aboard, a few hasty fare.- wells given, and we were soon bowling along the park-like road to Placerville. 3'an Francisco, Cali[ornia, December , 93.