had been provided for us, I broke the bones up badly in getting them out 

 of the soft rock. However, Dr. Hill's skill and patience repaired most of 

 the damage and the specimen may be seen to this day in the Geological 

 Museum, "to witness if I lie." 



When we had gathered all the fossils we could find along Cottonwood 

 Creek, we moved some twenty miles to the southeast to Henry's Fork, 

 another beautiful trout stream, rushing down from the Uinta Moun- 

 tains. For nearly all the remainder of our stay in the Bridger bad 

 lands, our headquarters camp was in a fine grove of cottonwoods and 

 willows, where we had the three fundamental requisites of a good camp, 

 "wood, water, and grass," in abundance. We had little side camps, where 

 small parties could carry water to the work and stick at some particular 

 job till it was finished. At one such camp, I had my first experience of 

 a coyote concert, a ring of these little prairie wolves seated on their 

 haunches and baying the moon. It is astonishing what a volume of sound 

 three or four coyotes can produce and, to the tenderfoot who hears it for 

 the first time, it is rather terrifying. 



In sending us forth on our quest. Dr. Guyot had been especially 

 anxious to have us bring back the skull of one of the bizarre monsters 

 with six horns, which Leidy had named Uintatherium. Thanks to 

 Speir's telescopic eye, we were able to gratify Dr. Guyot's wish. Frank 

 found and we all helped excavate a fine skull, which proved to belong 

 to an undescribed species, that we afterwards named U . leidyanum. It 

 is still, to the connoisseur, one of the ornaments of the Museum. 



We made a very creditable collection of the Bridger mammals and 

 were doing so well that we were all anxious to remain in the field till 

 cold v.'eather. The General was delighted with our success and wrote to 

 Mr. John A. Stewart, one of the Trustees, pleading for more money, to 

 keep us at work. As the time fixed for our homeward start was drawing 

 near, the General gave the letter to me with strict orders to get it into 

 the mail train that day. I rode into Fort Bridger with the letter, ate my 

 dinner and secured a fresh horse, which I rode to Carter Station, on the 

 railroad, in time to post my letter in the eastbound train, then I returned 

 to Bridger for the night. That was the fastest day's ride I ever made, 

 fifty-four miles in less than eight hours. However, it was all in vain; the 

 race was not to the swift and our plea was denied. We were having such 

 success and enjoyed our outdoor life so much, that we hated to break oil 

 and go home. 



With great reluctance, we broke camp and returned to Fort Bridger, 

 where we boxed our fossils and packed up the equipment that was to be 



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