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thirty-five feet of solid sandstone to remove. He 

 needed Charlie's assistance very badly. But I 

 was determined, if possible that he, and I too, 

 each should find a specimen worth collecting. 

 Our journey down to Dog Creek, Montana, had 

 given George some three weeks the start of us in 

 hunting, and he had been very successful. As 

 every hunter likes to tell of his companions luck 

 in the field, so also he likes to have trophies of 

 his own. So we searched over miles and miles of 

 badlands, week after week I was completely ex- 

 hausted at night, after a day's unsuccessful hunt. 

 There is no work so trying, as that of clinging 

 hour after hour to steep ascents, and searching 

 every inch of exposed surface, in and out among 

 the winding slopes. Often we would climb two 

 hundred feet or more to the head of a coulee, to 

 find after going a few rods, a land slide had taken 

 down acres of shaken up strata. Then we would 

 either climb to the summit, and go around, or go 

 down to the bottom and climb up on the other 

 side of the slide. In many places we were obliged 

 to use our picks, as our chief dependence, in 

 walking around some almost perpendicular es- 

 carpment, or to cut niches in which to secure a 

 treacherous foothold in the steep slopes. I know 

 that when I got to camp at night, and had set 

 down to our camp table, to eat the fine supper, 

 Mr. Johnson had prepared for us, appetising in- 

 deed, as he made bread and cakes and many other* 

 dishes not usually expected in camp where pan- 



