of the bright blue sky and majesty of the river 

 that moved resistlessly through the winding valley 

 went for naught. Even if they never reached the 

 Indian quarry, these men must dine. 



I had almost forgotten the prime purpose of our 

 outing, and I think the botanist was equally culp- 

 able in this respect, and it came forcibly to mind 

 that to dally any longer would have been unjust 

 to the geologist, whose guests we were. Not a 

 word of archaeology had escaped our lips until we 

 met at table, when our genial landlord assumed, as 

 a matter of course, that three such looking mortals 

 as ourselves, who never went near his bar I did, 

 afterward could have no weightier purpose 

 than relics, and so directed us to the quarry, say- 

 ing, after we had reckoned with him, we "were 

 not the first cranks that had come so far to see a 

 hole in the ground." We followed his directions 

 to the letter and went wrong, but found the spot 

 by accident in trying to discover some way out of 

 a wilderness into which we had blindly strayed. 

 The creek the landlord spoke of was merely the 

 dry bed of a stream that now rested under the 

 frown of Jupiter Pluvius. The quarry, that had 

 been discovered and discussed by prejudiced 

 rather than learned men, was a commonplace af- 

 fair, telling the same old story that has gone the 

 rounds of periodicals and papers since the history 

 of the Indian has been subject matter for discus- 

 sion. Here, in brief, a stone suitable for arrow- 

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