732 KANSAS CITY REVIEW OF SCIENCE. 
Near Cow Island, six miles down the Missouri, we found three nearly perfect 
skeletons, the femur of one specimen being five feet in length. While we were 
camped on Dog creek Prof. Cope went ahead to Cow Island, and sent word for 
us to follow with outfit. This was no easy job, as we had to get our wagon to the 
top of the Bad Lands over the steep slides of the Ft. Pierre group. Wehad madea 
bridle path to the summit, and following this we made the venture. After unload- 
ing the wagon it took four horses to haul it within about four hundred feet of the 
summit. Here the slides were very steep and the bridle path led along the side. 
Our teamster refused to drive any further so Mr. Isaac took his place, after taking 
off the lead horses. I went ahead on horse-back to encourage the team, but be- 
fore we had gone ten yards the horses’ feet slipped from under them, and taking 
the wagon with them, they made three complete summersaults and landed on their 
feet all right, with the wagon in its proper position. ‘The reader can easily imagine 
the peals of laughter that greeted this exploit. Our next performance met with 
more success. We took the horses to the top of the hill and tied our picket ropes 
together, and fastened one end to the hind axle, the other to the doubletrees, and 
the team hauled our wagon safe and sound to level ground, though all hands had 
to hold down on the upper sills of the wagon box to prevent another overturning. 
When we reached the uplandsa magnificent view burst upon us. To the 
south lay the Judith river and Medicine Bow Mountains, while to the north were 
the Little Rockies and Bear Paw Mountains, and far below us the waters of the 
great Missouri looked like a silver thread. We found ourselves on a broad, level 
prairie, covered with bunch grass, while at the heads of ravines that ran into the 
Missouri were groves of pines. ‘The country for miles had been dug up by | 
grizzly bears in search of artichokes. We often crossed heavy elk and deer trails. 
At the head of Dog creek we saw a number of buffaloes and deer; the country 
seems to be full of game, and is the favorite hunting grounds of the Crow and 
Sioux Indians. 
When we reached Cow island we proposed to go into camp on the Missouri ; 
the only place where it was possible to get down the bluffs with a wagon was very 
steep. However, it is easier to get down a steep place than up it. A kick sent 
our rolls of blankets on their way, and a couple of ropes tied to the hind axle and 
held bya half-hitch around atree, kept everything steady. A manat the tongue 
guided our wagon until it reached level ground, of course the ropes were let out 
as the wagon descended by its own weight. Night had overtaken us when we 
reached our camping ground, which we found covered with cactus. They were 
dug away from a place large enough for our tent and fire. My first thought on 
awaking the next morning, after examining our camping ground, was, How in the 
world will we ever get out of this place? We were in a small valley containing five 
or six acres, the bluffs extended on either side to the river, and behind us was the 
place we had let the wagon down, and I knew that unless it was taken to pieces 
and packed on horses, it never could be taken up the way it came down. But 
