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heads and implements of larger size and other 

 purposes had been discovered and worked with 

 more patience than skill. The spot was now a 

 sad, silent, and long-forgotten one, eloquent of the 

 past and of the Indian, but a mere matter of yes- 

 terday as compared v/ith the age of ice and men 

 who then lived in this same region. Probably a 

 thousand years ago this quarry was the scene of a 

 busy industry, and it may have been abandoned 

 so recently as when the use of stone gave way to 

 metal and the bow and arrow were laid aside for 

 the gun. There was no clue to the exact history 

 of the place, so we all sat about conjecturing, which 

 is the sum and substance of American archaeology. 

 There was one fact connected with the spot: 

 what it contained had nothing to do with the 

 subject of man's antiquity in this river valley. 

 That matter was affirmatively settled years ago in 

 the lower valley, and nothing elsewhere has or 

 can cast a doubt upon the matter. In short, 

 the geologist, as I anticipated, had come on a 

 wild-goose chase, one of many victims of those 

 who for ulterior purposes have denied that the 

 glacial gravels contain the relics that speak of 

 man's antiquity. The truth has no rougher path 

 than when forced to clamber over scoundrels. 

 The geologist was disappointed in one sense, and 

 not in another. He anticipated no upsetting 

 evidence, but did hope for something more than 

 a mere Indian quarry. He was rather sobered, 

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