70 We Explore Dead Lodge Canyon 



before, of my adventures in other fossil fields, 

 and other days, but as distinctly printed on mem- 

 ory's pages, as if they had occurred but yester- 

 day. I remember recalling an adventure of 

 George and myself in the chalk of Kansas. We 

 had been up towards Monument Eocks and were 

 returning to camp at Elkader, at the mouth of 

 Beaver Creek in Logan county, when we ob- 

 served a storm gathering in the northwest, and 

 northeast quite threatening indeed. We were 

 three miles away, and drove like Jehu to get to 

 shelter before the storm broke upon us. How- 

 ever, in spite of our efforts, the storm overtook 

 us on the level prairie. The thunder clouds 

 threw forked lightning to the ground around 

 and in front of us. Where it struck the dry grass 

 of the prairie a little cloud of dust would rise, 

 and the grass would take fire to spread a few 

 yards in a circle, when the rain would follow up 

 and put it out. The thunder cracked in deafen- 

 ing peals with tongues of electricity following at 

 once. A calf was struck and killed a short dis- 

 tance from us, but we escaped with a good soak- 

 ing. 



A still more remarkable incident happened to 

 Levi and me at Livingstone's ranch in Gove 

 county, Kansas, seven miles south of Quinter. 

 Our tents were pitched on Hackberry Creek near 

 the ranch barn, a large affair covered with sheet 

 iron. Towards evening we saw a great dust cloud 

 coming towards us from the northwest. I sent 



