36 WAITING IN THE WILDERNESS 



Often in my rambles I have spent a day or sev- 

 eral days in the camp of fossil hunters. My last 

 experience was in Texas where the geologists 

 were digging fossils of an animal that had been 

 able to live either in the sea or on the land. But 

 I ever recall with satisfaction the scientist, the 

 cook, and five other real men who made life 

 worth living while we searched for fossils in the 

 canons near where rolls the Oregon. 



