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ing rate. The men below who were guiding it 

 sprang out of the way, and the huge mass never 

 stopped until it landed in the bottom of the 

 wagon. The careful wrapping had prevented any 

 damage, and without doubt it w r ould have rolled 

 to the bottom of the ravine without hurt. I must 

 acknowledge that I was very doubtful whether it 

 would be possible ever to mend the broken front 

 limbs. They had been near the surface, and had 

 been subject to the effects of frost, and plants, 

 their rootlets had severed the broken fragments, 

 and fed on their edges destroying often the con- 

 tact faces. But Charlie's patience and endurance 

 settled the question. And after six weeks of con- 

 stant effort he had filled the bones with shellac, 

 picked up the fragments with small tweezers ce- 

 mented them, and pressed them into place. No 

 one without close inspection could tell that the 

 front limbs had ever been broken. The tail I re- 

 stored from scattered bones picked up in the 

 bone beds, building it up by comparison with the 

 one I sent to Paris, rather an enlarged photo- 

 graph of the specimen made by the division of 

 Photography of the Geological Survey. 



Levi found a second specimen, larger than 

 Charlie's in the Edmonton, near Wigmore Ferry, 

 a few miles west of Munson. This we have not 

 yet prepared. So we returned to Ottawa after 

 three months hunt for big game in the Edmonton 

 rocks at Drumheller, Alberta, with a carload of 

 fossils. 



