was freed from the enclosing rock. It was clear that a lot of the skeleton 

 had been left behind and more than ever did I anathematise those 

 horses which, by running away, had prevented our getting out the rest 

 of our prize. This was one of several reasons that took me back to 

 Bridger the following year. Partly by walking and partly riding in 

 the wagon, we dismounted ones accompanied the others back to Burnt 

 Fork. 



At a council of war, it was decided that I should ride into Bridger 

 on a borrowed horse and see if our runaway steeds had turned up at 

 their home ranch, while the others went up into the mountains on a 

 hunting trip. We supposed that the season's work was over and I was, 

 therefore, to wind up our business and have everything ready for de- 

 parture, when the rest of the party should come down from the Uinta 

 Mountains. However, things turned out very differently and so pro- 

 foundly interesting were the subsequent events to me, that I have com- 

 pletely forgotten the issue of my quest for the horses. I presume that 

 we recovered the wanderers, but remember nothing more on the 

 subject. 



At the little hotel at Fort Bridger, I had met a dentist, Dr. Whytock, 

 of Salt Lake, who made periodical tours among his patients of the 

 cattle ranches, to keep their teeth in order. While I was still at the hotel, 

 packing up our baggage. Dr. Whytock came in from one of his tours, 

 having travelled from Henry's Fork by the mail buckboard, and showed 

 me a large fragment of fossil bone evidently freshly broken from a 

 skull, as there were three clean, new fractures on three sides of the bone. 

 I asked where the bone had been found and learned that it had been 

 taken right alongside the road at the foot of the Henry's Fork Divide. 

 "Did you leave any of it behind?" "Oh, yes! the ground heaved all 

 around it, when I pried this piece off." I said: "I must ask you to give 

 me that piece, for I am going back to get that skull, which evidently 

 belongs to the genus Uintatherium and the loss of the fragments would 

 mar the specimen." Without hesitation, he handed over the bone to me 

 and said I was entirely welcome to it. The next morning I rode the forty 

 miles back to Burnt Fork and waited for the others to come back from 

 the mountains. Naturally, they were very much surprised to see me, 

 but at once agreed to remain until we could get the skull out, for, as I 

 told them; "there can be no doubt about it, I found the place and satis- 

 fied myself that the skull is there and nobody knows how much 

 more; possibly, there's a whole skeleton there." 



