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barbed wire across the river ; Charlie saw it as he 

 drove his motor under it and shouted to us, Jack 

 rushed for the rear guiding oar and I for the 

 front one, they were both stuck several feet up in 

 the air, and if the wire had caught one, it would 

 have swamped us. Jack had his back to the Wiro 

 and when he released the oar and stood up, it 

 caught his hat and threw it in the river. If the 

 wire had been six inches lower, or the river six 

 inches higher, it would have cut his head off as 

 easily, and thrown it into the river. 



We were also thankful the tents were doivn. 

 If they had not been, they would have been torn 

 from the deck. We soon got into a new horizon. 

 I knew this by the change in the sculpturing of 

 the bluffs. We tied up to a willow thicket for 

 dinner; the wind began to fall. At ten minutes 

 of five in the afternoon the naked buttes, towers 

 and ridges of the Belly River Series of the Cre- 

 taceous loomed up in the distance. We soon 

 reached Steveville, (Fig. 10) and managed to 

 make a landing in the swift stream, just below 

 the Ferry, and below the mouth of Berry Creek 

 on whose border the little town stood. A hospit- 

 able town it proved to us; especially have we 

 often enjoyed the hospitality of Steve Hall's Ho- 

 tel ; after this jolly good fellow the town gets its 

 name. We were not far from Mr. Brown's camp. 

 He had a party here collecting for the American 

 Museum. I was delighted to learn that my son 

 George, who had been working for the American 



