The Great Spiked Dinosaur 107 



restless eyes are butressed over with bone to pro- 

 tect them from his enemy, Gorgosaurus, the ty- 

 rant of the everglades, and from the dense vege- 

 tation through which he beats his way. As he 

 passes us and stops to feed again, thus raising his 

 shield in the air, we get a splendid view of his 

 scaled body, with its colors harmoniously blend- 

 ed with the vegetation by which he is surrounded. 

 They are much like those already seen in Ceratops 

 or Lambe's Ghasamosaurus He seems satisfied 

 with his breakfast, as he lifts his head out of the 

 rush covered soil. As a narrow neck of land 

 tongues out into the plain from the first bench, 

 it seems that he is headed to cross it into the 

 jungle beyond. As he climbs out of the plain, on 

 to solid ground under the forest trees, we notice 

 he is ten feet in length to the drop of the tail, 

 which is short, and he drags the end on the 

 ground. He stands at least six feet in height. 

 As we follow his moist spoor, we soon enter a 

 small park covered with grass and fiowers. Sud- 

 denly, we hear the most blood curdling hiss, that 

 chills the marrow in our veins. What can it 

 mean? The Styracosaurus knows for he is in- 

 stantly alert, lifting his head in the direction of 

 the sound, he drops it again, and stands at bay. 

 With another blood curdling hiss, a gigantic 

 carnivore leaps into view, from a trail we were 

 following. Our spiked dinosaur stands rigid as 

 if cast in bronze, with the great nasal horn point- 

 ed towards his dreaded foe, and the spikes frown- 



