historian, Osborn, Ord (a very clever and witty Yale man), and others 

 made up a table at which the talk was delightfully sparkling and I 

 was often a guest there. With my Mother I had settled at Morven, 

 where we lived for eight years with my Uncle and Aunt, Colonel and 

 Mrs. Sam. Stockton. We occupied nearly the whole of the east wing 

 and the library was given to me for a study. For the remainder of the 

 year I had no formal college duties, but had plenty of occupation in 

 writing the lectures which were to be delivered in the second term. I 

 also spent a good deal of time in the Geological Museum, which then 

 occupied the east and south wings of Nassau Hall. I studied the collec- 

 tions of fossil mammals which we made in the expeditions of 1877 and 

 1878. Sam Smith had also been collecting for us in the Bridger country 

 and sent in many beautiful things. Dr. Hill had, with great skill and 

 patience, prepared the collections for study and exhibition. 



At that time began my association with William, the faithful and 

 devoted janitor of the Geological Museum, and great was the amusement 

 which he unconsciously afforded to Dr. Hill and myself. The building 

 was very inadequately heated by a hot-water system which, though 

 extravagantly costly in the matter of fuel (it burned a ton of coal a 

 day in cold weather), was very inefficient in the matter of heat. One bit- 

 ter day, when the thermometer in the lecture-room stood at 40°, I sent 

 for William and asked him if he couldn't give me more heat. "No, sir, 

 I cannot," was the emphatic reply, "thim pipes is too unsignified." It 

 was William's language that was such a joy to our hearts, for he was 

 the gravest of men and I cannot remember to have seen him laugh, or 

 even smile. Like "Merton of the Movies," he didn't think anything 

 was funny. 



The last piece of work which we did in the expedition of 1878 was to 

 get out of the rock the shell of a huge tortoise, which somebody had 

 found near Fort Bridger and showed to us. On one side the carapace 

 had been attacked by the weather and several pieces were lying on the 

 ground. Of these, we had gathered and brought back as many as we 

 could find, but we must have overlooked some fragments. Dr. Hill was 

 working over this fine specimen, fitting the pieces together and Wil- 

 Uam was watching with intense interest. Finally, he said: "Mr. Hill, I 

 know what ails that turtle: some unforeseen thing et um." 



In front of the old gymnasium, which stood on the site of Campbell 

 Hall, there was a copy of the famous antique called the "Fighting 

 Gladiator," which caused great perturbation in William's mind. He 

 came into my room one morning, exclaiming: "Oh! Doctor! I've just 



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