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America, and Germany. Barrande’s studies are also well deserving the attention 
of our younger men of science, as they have before them, more especially in the 
widely spread Paleozoic formations of America, an admirable field for similar 
work. In an appendix to his first chapter, Barrande mentions that the three men 
who in their respective countries are the highest authorities on Paleozoic brachi- 
opods, Hall, Davidson, and De Koninck, agree with him in the main in his 
conclusions, and he refers to an able memoir by D’Archiac in the same sense, on 
the cretaceous brachiopods. 
It should be especially satisfactory to those naturalists who, like the writer, 
have failed to see in the paleontological record any good evidence for the pro- 
duction of species by those simple and ready methods in vogue with most 
evolutionists, to note the extension of actual facts with respect to the geological 
dates and precise conditions of the introduction of new forms, and to find that 
these are more and more tending to prove the existence of highly complex 
creative laws in connection with the great plan of the Creator as carried out in 
geological time. These new facts should also warn the ordinary reader of the 
danger of receiving without due caution those general and often boastful assertions 
respecting these great and intricate questions, made by persons not acquainted 
with their actual difficulty, or by enthusiastic speculators disposed to overlook 
everything not in accordance with their preconceived ideas.—Princeton Review. 
THE PLIOCENE BEDS OF SOUTHERN OREGON. 
BY CHAS. H. STERNBERG. 
In the year 1877, while at work in the fossil fields of Western Kansas, I re- 
ceived orders from Prof. Cope, in whose employ I was, to go at once to a new 
locality, discovered in the Desert of Southern Oregon and said to be very rich 
in fossil remains. A few days were sufficient to make all needful preparation, 
and I was on my way by rail through the grand and impressive scenery of Weber 
and Echo Cafions of the Rocky Mountains. Among the towering peaks of the 
Sierras, by stage, past Castle Rock and old Mount Shasta, in California, and on 
to Fort Klamath, Oregon, where I procured pack animals and hired an assistant. 
After various adventures I reached Silver Lake, near which I expected to find 
the bone yard, as the people called it. A guide led us through an alkaline desert 
covered with sage brush and greasewood. A journey of twenty-eight miles 
brought us to a small alkaline lake, on the margin of which lay the remains of ex- 
tinct animals, on a bed of clay, all exposed. The volcanic ashes and sand that 
had covered them had been blown away. As night was fast approaching when we 
reached the fossil field, we gathered a huge pile of sage brush, pitched our tent, 
and soon had a comfortable fire, and after a hearty meal, we stretched ourselves 
on our blankets and listened with lighted pipes to the stories of our guide; and 
hough we were twenty-eight miles from human habitations, and in spite of the 
