6 2 Life of a Fossil Hunter 



whose forests are dwarfed into miniatures by the 

 majesty of the mountains about them. 



It was the first time that I had ever been among 

 these stupendous cliffs and ranges, and I held my 

 breath for very wonder as they unfolded before 

 my astonished vision. They soon became familiar 

 sights enough, but never, even when I gazed every 

 day upon the three Tetons, with the snow glistening 

 in their gorges in midsummer, or upon the mighty 

 ranges of the Rockies, did I lose my feeling of awe 

 at the power here displayed by the almighty Archi- 

 tect who carved these wonderful canyons and set 

 these towering peaks as solemn sentinels over the 

 works of His hands. 



We had the pleasure of Mrs. Cope's company as 

 far as Ogden. Then we three men, taking the nar- 

 row-gauge railway, went on to Franklin, Idaho. 

 Here the most uncomfortable journey I have ever 

 experienced awaited us, six hundred miles in a 

 Concord coach, through the dry, barren plains of 

 Idaho. Our six horses raised clouds of fine dust, 

 which penetrated our clothing and filled our eyes and 

 ears, and, sticking to the perspiration that oozed 

 from every pore, soon gave us the appearance of 

 having the jaundice. 



I cannot begin to describe the discomforts of that 

 terrible ride. We traveled ten miles an hour, day 

 and night, stopping only for meals, which cost us 



