A HUNT FOR EXTINCT ANIMALS. 



BAD LANDS NORTH OF BEAVER CREEK AND NORTHEAST OF WINSTON. 

 "Where the running waters have carved the soft rocks into familiar forms." 



cient animals exposed, and I felt like 

 one who has discovered a sportsman's 

 paradise where a hunter has never trod. 

 But night was fast coming" on, the rain 

 was beginning to fall, and it was a long 

 walk to the hotel. 



across a field (in the 

 1 went to it, knocked 

 of the house for sup- 

 She said they had 



Seeing a house 

 "Missouri bottom,' 

 and asked the lady 

 per and 



lodging. 



not room, but sent me to 

 a cottonwood grove by 

 I feared that the house 



a fine house in 

 Beaver Creek, 

 belonged to a 



man who was wealthy and selfish ; but, 

 as I approached, a tall, pleasant-looking 

 gentleman came out on the porch, smiled, 

 and greeted me as if I were an old friend 

 whom he was expecting. I found that 

 this man was Mr. Beatty, one of the few 

 of Montana's pioneers who possessed 

 steady habits and was prosperous. I 

 was given a fine room, the board was the 

 best, and I could well have wished that 

 I might find enough remains of extinct 

 animals to Keep me v.t work there all sum- 

 mer. But, alas! though these were the 



CAMP OF THE FOSSIL HUNTERS ON MAGPIE CREEK. 



At the foot of Fossil Hill near Canon Ferry, — about twenty miles east of Helena, Montana, 

 boxes of fossils between wagon and tent. " We had a good camping place." 



Pile of 



