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pulled by our team of horses. We crossed many 

 narrow gulches, and were obliged to dig roads 

 across them. In fact we got stuck in the mud of 

 one, where back-water from the river had de- 

 posited several feet of mud in it. We got into 

 camp, however, ahead of the scow. In my note 

 book I often speak of the terrible heat of those 

 days. We had hot work on the rough exposures 

 without water. Who of us will ever forget, when 

 at night, we returned to our camp, how we 

 lay with faces half submerged in the cold water 

 of the river, and drank from her refreshing flood 

 until we could drink no more. Drinking often a 

 quart or more without injury. The hard- 

 est work of all was to tramp over the 

 burning beds without success. How many 

 days we spent in useless effort. Near 

 this camp, however, Charlie got a fine skull of a 

 new trachdont or duck-billed dinosaur, describ- 

 ed later by Mr. Brown as Prosaurolophus. Near 

 here, also, George found his famous Cha^amo- 

 saurus belli, Lambe. Mr. Brown, however, retains 

 Professor Marsh's name of Ceratops. Here 

 too, I secured the complete club at the end of a 

 plated dinosaur's tail, of which I will have more 

 to say later. Showing as has been my experi- 

 ence that untiring effort will accomplish results 

 in the fossil fields as in every walk in life. 



During Charlie's and my absence in Montana, 

 George found a large skeleton of a Corythosaur- 

 us. The remarkable part about it was the com- 



