THE FOSSIL FIELDS OF SOUTHERN OREGON. 597 
refused to tell me of his destination. I thought he might have told the conduc- 
tor, and therefore on my first chance asked that gentlemen where Mr. Williston 
was going, and he told me at once that W. had learned of a rich locality where 
fossil bones of huge proportions were found, in Canon City, Colorado, — I imme- 
diately wrote to Professor Cope, and had the satisfaction of learning a few months 
later that he had sent a man to this rich field about the same time that Professor 
Marsh had, and helped reap a rich harvest of those new and unique remains of 
extinct animals, great land Saurians and Dinosaurs, some of which reached a 
height of twenty five feet and a length of sixty feet. 
On my arrival at Reading, California, I took the stage for Fort Klamath, 
Oregon. That stage ride was one long to be remembered, and carried me 
through some of the grandest scenery in America. We traveled up to the head 
of the Sacramento River, through virgin forests of magnificent pine, spruce, 
etc., that lifted their heads 150 feet in the air: long festoons of moss hung down 
from the branches trailing on the ground; every turn in the road showed us some 
new feature in mountain scenery, and at last, towering 4,000 feet above the sur" 
rounding mountains. Old Mount Shasta stood revealed in all her snow-clad 
greatness, a perfect cone, the most sublime of mountain forms, filling my expec- 
tations of what a mountain ought to be. 
Near Denver the Rockies look like a mass of bluffs, all about the same height, 
while Shasta stood out alone, overlooking and master of the mighty Cascade 
Range that lay at his feet. They are indeed the Alps of America. Farther 
north Mount Hood stands guard over Oregon, and farther on Mount St. Helen 
rules over Washington ; these cone-shaped mountains are all extinct volcanoes, 
and have living glaciers in their deeper canons. Another grand piece of Nature's 
handiwork we passed on the route, was Castle Rock, a huge pile of gray rock 
which from a fancied resemblance to an ancient castle has received its name. 
On my arrival at Fort Klamath I was cordially received by the Commander, who 
took me into his home while I was at the post, and whose kind hospitahty I shall 
not soon forget. While here I prepared the skeleton of a large grizzly bear that 
a gentleman had killed a short time before ; this bear had killed a number of 
his sheep. One night he heard a commotion in his sheep pen, and seizing his 
Winchester rifle went out of his tent to see Mr. Bruin walking leisurely along a 
few feet from him ; taking aim he fired and fortunately broke the bear's neck. 
Here I also caught a large number of mountain trout. They are as savory 
as our eastern trout, but are not as gamy. It is no trouble to catch them, I 
baited a hook with a worm, and standing near a deep hole in which numbers 
were gathered, threw in my line : they bit quickly, in sight of me, and I 
caught a dozen or more in this one place. 
At Klamath I hired an assistant and bought my riding and pack animals. 
The Government supplied me with saddles, tent, etc. I could get no guide, so 
trusting to a Government map, we started for Silver Lake. My map traced 
Sprague River that emptied into Lake Klamath, near the post, to its head in 
Silver Lake. My plan, therefore, was to follow up the river. As I was cross- 
