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soon forgotten if I had not referred to them in 

 my notes. On the twenty-eighth, we hauled in 

 our last load of fossils and loaded our car at 

 Denhart. This point was a switch on the open 

 prairie; the store building was deserted. A 

 miserable day, with the wind blowing a gale, 

 from the north. I built an oven of some loose 

 bricks, that were lying about, and cooked a meal 

 as best we could, on the wind swept plain. It 

 was four o'clock in the afternoon before we start- 

 ed on our thirty mile drive to Brooks, where we 

 were to take our train homeward bound. 



We lost our road, or rather it petered out, as 

 they say in the west, and with the brilliant moon 

 riding buoyantly in the heavens as a guide, we 

 pressed on over the rough prairie sod. Sudden- 

 ly as if to amuse our tiresome journey, God's 

 Moving Pictures, The Northern Lights burst up- 

 on us in all their glory. It seemed as if a heavy 

 map was suddenly unwrapped in the sky, the 

 folds taking a fan-like prependicular radiate 

 shape, then another and another, was unrolled, 

 until the whole northern arc of the heavens was 

 vibrating with light in white bands, edges in 

 colors of many delicate and exquisite tints. At 

 eleven o'clock that night, stiff and hungry, our 

 solitary wagon rolled into Brooks, and an am- 

 bitious Chinaman, soon had on our table a hot 

 dish of beef, and onions we ate with the relish 

 hunger gives. 



When we went west in June, 1914, we stopped 



