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said, " I am Professor Cope, of Philadelphia. I 

 have a four-horse wagon at a steamboat snubbing- 

 post three miles below. I would like you to stop 

 there on your way down, and carry my outfit across 

 to this side. My baggage and freight are also 

 there, and I want to take passage for Omaha.' 5 



" Well, sir," the man answered, " I am the cap- 

 tain of this boat. If you want to go down the river, 

 you must have your baggage, freight, and self at 

 this landing before ten o'clock to-morrow morning, 

 when I leave for down-river points." 



The Professor did not argue the question further. 

 He tried to get the loan of an old sand-scow, but 

 the man who owned it had heard this conversation 

 with the captain, and refused to lend it. The Pro- 

 fessor was obliged to purchase it for an enormous 

 price, and the next day left it where he got it. We 

 boarded this scow, and leaving our ponies picketed 

 across the river, paddled down to camp, where, to 

 our disgust, we found that Mr. Isaac had gone out 

 into the Bad Lands to look for us. There was no 

 time to lose; so, although stiff and sore from our 

 night's exertions, we plunged into the work of low- 

 ering the tent, packing our stores and fossils into 

 the wagon, and dragging everything aboard the 

 scow. We were ready to start when Mr. Isaac 

 appeared. 



We crossed the river, swimming our horses; 



