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IN WINTER. 



ceeded to dig. Scanning each spadeful of dirt 

 for traces of bones, we soon found them, and all 

 was excitement. Little by little, whole bones 

 were exposed to view, and, following these up 

 with the greatest care, that first of prizes to an 

 archaeologist, a skull, was secured. Later a sec- 

 and a third were found. Our day was full. No, 

 not quite full. We knew that often a bowl, trink- 

 ets, and a weapon or two were buried with the 

 body, but nothing of the kind was found. It was 

 a matter of dry bones only, unless we except the 

 one instance where the upper shell of a large 

 turtle rested on one of the skulls. This was a 

 cap that would scarcely prove comfortable to a 

 living person, although not without the merit of 

 being quite water-proof. 



The longest summer's day is all too short for 

 such eventful outings ; so little wonder that the 

 early setting of the sun in February prompted our 

 discontent. Who was ever satisfied in this world ? 

 He is a half-hearted rambler, at best, that loves to 

 quit such work ; but the night came down upon 

 us, nevertheless. Silence brooded over the broad 

 meadows, and the larks that had cheered us until 

 sunset ceased to sing. Could there have been a 

 happier combination ? Meadow-larks and Indian 

 relics ; aye, even the bones of the Indians them- 

 selves ; to say nothing of a soft sea-breeze and a 

 clear sky. 



