Having accomplished what I came to Wyoming to do, I returned to 

 the Lone Tree camp, bade my students farewell and rode into Bridger. 

 I took with me, for company, Stewart Paton, who subsequently became 

 a distinguished psychiatrist. He has never forgiven me and still twits 

 me with my cruelty to him that day. On the journey, he told me that 

 Scribner's contract with the Century Company would soon expire and 

 that the new Scribner's Magazine, in which his brother William was 

 interested, would appear that fall. For the opening number they had 

 got hold of an unpublished lot of Thackeray's letters, which would start 

 the new venture off with a bang. 



In bidding farewell to Sam Smith, I little imagined that it was to be 

 the final one. A very few years after this date Sam was pushing a crim- 

 inal charge against one of his neighbours and rode out, one day, from 

 Fort Bridger accompanied by two Mexicans. No one of the three was 

 ever again seen alive in that region and, for months, nothing was cer- 

 tainly known of Sam's fate. Eventually, his skull was found and cer- 

 tainly identified and there can be no doubt that he was murdered. 



Shortly after I had taken the eastbound train from Bridger, Speir 

 arrived and took charge of the party. He brought with him his intimate 

 friend, Nicholas Murray Butler, the future President of Columbia 

 University. On the following 7th of September I wrote from New 

 York : "I met Murray Butler on the elevated train, and had a long talk 

 with him about the expedition, over which he is very enthusiastic. He 

 reports magnificent results, but tells me that they had a good deal of 

 annoyance from the Indians, who tried to drive them out. I am devoutly 

 thankful that they are all out, safe and sound, and with such good 

 accounts of themselves." 



The year 1887 passed without a Western trip and this I did not regret, 

 for there was so much new and undescribed material in the museum 

 that I wanted to catch up with it before gathering new treasures. The 

 vacation was passed quietly in Princeton with my family and, there- 

 fore, there are no letters of that time in existence. From April to October, 

 1888, we were all in Europe and, again, the collecting trip was omitted, 

 but for the three succeeding summers, I spent longer or shorter periods 

 in the fossil grounds. 



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Concerning this enterprise, my feelings are very mixed. We worked 

 in eastern Oregon, a most interesting, often beautiful region, of a type 

 quite different from any that I had seen before, and we made a very 



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