him a medium of publication, and to his great collections. His house 

 was a museum with almost no furniture in it; in his study were his 

 desk, a sofa and a couple of chairs and in another room was a camp cot. 

 I went to see him in his last illness and sat beside that cot, surrounded 

 by piles of fossils in boxes and trays. He literally sacrificed everything 

 to his work, which filled all his thoughts, and he reduced his expenses 

 to a minimum, Uving more like a monk in his cell than a famous 

 professor. 



Despite his greatness — in some measure, indeed, because of it — he 

 had some unfortunate personal peculiarities, was pugnacious and quar- 

 relsome and made many enemies, though, to Osborn and myself, he 

 was always kindness personified. He was extremely unpopular in Phila- 

 delphia and there never was a better illustration of the prophet without 

 honour in his own country. In those days, the Academy of Natural 

 Sciences was a hotbed of gossip and the members loved nothing so 

 much as to run Cope down. But he didn't appear to mind and all the 

 snapping at his heels seemed rather to amuse him. 



Marsh died in 1899, following his great rival after a couple of years. 

 What I have said of him hitherto has been in disparagement, and so 

 great was my dislike of him that I might enlarge at length upon that 

 head. I did not, however, fail to recognise his great ability, nor the 

 extraordinary services which he rendered to palaeontology by a long 

 series of really wonderful discoveries. 



In July 1897, Hatcher and Peterson returned from their first Pata- 

 gonian expedition with a great collection of fossil mammals from 

 the Santa Cruz beds and invertebrates from the Patagonian formation, 

 together with many recent birds, invertebrates and plants. For four 

 months they remained at work, cleaning and preparing the fossil mam- 

 mals; then Hatcher started again on his second trip, taking with him 

 Mr. A. E. Colburn, of Washington, the ornithologist. Peterson remained 

 behind, to continue the preparation of the Santa Cruz material. 



In the same summer, Mr. N. H. Darton, of the U. S. Geological 

 Survey, invited me to join him for a short time while he mapped the 

 White River beds of South Dakota and Nebraska, where I had worked 

 so often. Making a very fast trip by the Union Pacific, I found Darton's 

 party encamped at Gering, Neb., near Scott's Bluff and on the North 

 Platte River, where, in Bill Nye's famous phrase, it is "a mile wide 

 and an inch deep." In the party was Professor Barbour, of the Univer- 

 sity of Nebraska, whom I was especially glad to meet, for he had been 

 one of Marsh's men who had taken part in the great attack of 1890. 



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