THE LIFE OF A FOSSIL HUNTER 



CHAPTER I 



EARLY DAYS AND WORK IN THE 



DAKOTA GROUP OF THE 



CRETACEOUS 



DO not remember when I first began 

 collecting fossils, but I have always loved 

 nature. 



Fifteen years of my early life were 

 spent in Otsego County, New York, at dear old 

 Hartwick Seminary, where my father, the Rev. Dr. 

 Levi Sternberg, was principal for fourteen years, 

 and my grandfather, Dr. George B. Miller, a much- 

 loved, devout man, professor of theology for thirty- 

 five. The lovely valley of the Susquehanna, in which 

 it stands, lies five miles below Cooperstown, the 

 birthplace of the Walter Scott of America, James 

 Fenimore Cooper, and my boyhood was spent among 

 scenes which he has made famous. Often my com- 

 panions and I have gone picnicking on Otsego 

 Lake, shouting to call up the echo, and spreading 



