84 Life of a Fossil Hunter 



ever, struck out with all his might. Narrowly escap- 

 ing the blow, the Professor stepped back, raised the 

 whip, and with the butt end, hit the horse behind 

 the ear. The animal fell like a flash, and lay for 

 some time stunned; but when he struggled to his 

 feet, and the Professor approached him again with 

 outstretched hand and soft words, the brute struck 

 again. Again Cope knocked him down, and, al- 

 though when he rose to his feet, he made another 

 feeble attempt to strike, a third knock-down blow 

 was enough for him. After that he welcomed the 

 Professor's advances, accepting with every symptom 

 of pleasure the caresses bestowed upon him, and 

 when untied, he almost dragged Cope after him in 

 his anxiety to get to his traces. We had no more 

 trouble with him until a long rest and plenty of food 

 caused him to forget his punishment, and made a 

 repetition of it necessary. 



It was not until late that night, after fourteen 

 hours of strenuous labor, that we were able to eat 

 our supper of bacon and hardtack, and lie down for 

 a few hours' rest. We slung our food from a tree 

 to get it out of the reach of any grizzlies which 

 might come straying around in search of bread 

 crumbs or bacon rinds. We expected any moment 

 to be rolled out of bed by some prowling paw. 



The next day we traveled along through the great 

 level stretches that skirt the Bad Lands. The prairie 



