with horses, wagons, camp cook and all the "outfit" complete. Despite 

 all the changes of three years, I found many old friends who gave me a 

 cordial welcome. 



It would be vain repetition to describe our start from the railroad at 

 Hermosa. On June 22 we had forded the Cheyenne River and made 

 camp in Indian Draw, draw being the local name for a dry watercourse. 

 I was not at all satisfied with the camp-site, for I had observed in the 

 Cottonwood trees around us masses of driftwood, caught in the branches 

 and ten feet, or more, above the ground. The obvious meaning of the 

 driftwood was that, at any time, a heavy rain in the hills might send 

 a flood down the draw and wash us out. I had had one such experience, 

 in very mild form, on the Gray Bull, in 1884, and did not desire an- 

 other. So I ordered the camp moved to higher ground, a couple of 

 hundred yards away. The inexperienced students thought the idea 

 absurd and grumbled much over the unnecessary labour of shifting 

 camp for such fantastic reasons, but, before we left the new camp, I 

 had the satisfaction of seeing the water running, swift and deep, over 

 the old camp-site. 



After a few days. Hatcher, who had been away on an exploring trip, 

 returned with news of phenomenal success. The next morning a small 

 party moved over to the new finds, which, unfortunately, were a con- 

 siderable distance from water. Hatcher had found three skeletons and 

 nineteen skulls in a small area of the upper bad land sandstones and 

 he continued to find new things for the remainder of my stay in camp. 

 On August 3 I wrote: "Monday, Hatcher and I spent up on the buttes, 

 getting up some fine things he lately found and in the more difficult 

 task of getting the heavy bundles down the fearfully steep hill. It would 

 make your hair stand on end, to see the terrible places where Hatcher 

 will take a heavily loaded horse; places where you would not imagine 

 it possible for a horse to go at all." 



The results of this expedition were of great value and importance and 

 incomparably greater in amount than we had ever had before. It was 

 the difference between professional and amateur collecting. As there 

 seemed to be no good reason for me to remain longer in the field, I 

 put the party under Hatcher's charge and returned home, with a longer 

 visit to the Chicago Exposition. That was the last of my collecting 

 trips; I was again in the field of Arizona in 1896 and Nebraska in 

 1897, but those excursions were for a different purpose. The work of 

 collecting I turned joyfully over to the most competent hands of 



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