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Gogga Brown 



played to relieve the scientific tension. He was 

 a medical man and could give a tip or two about 

 what was good for the health, hints which Brown 

 jotted down as eagerly as he did pronouncements 

 upon the genealogy of his fossils, for the old man 

 evidently had an occasional minor ailment, and 

 no wonder, after all his earlier privations. 



But it was when Broom set to work upon the 

 specimens in earnest that Brown realized that he 

 had a fellow Trojan as his guest, yes, a Trojan 

 with the sleight-of-hand that charms a rabbit 

 from a hat. For, taking off his coat, Broom fell 

 upon his fossils with chisel and mallet, and hey 

 presto ! to Brown's delight, a wondrous face, 

 with skull and jaws and teeth complete, gazed at 

 him out of that two-hundred-million-year-old 

 rock. 



After this good beginning Broom got his own 

 way with things for a few days, and the partnership 

 of Brown and Broom was thoroughly established. 

 But, although Broom had filled his own note-book 

 with copious notes, illuminated with those truthful 

 sketches which he is so good at making with his 

 lightning hand, he had merely scratched the 

 surface of Brown's stupendous collection. He 

 had seen enough, however, to satisfy him that it 

 would take ten years to describe Brown's fossils 

 scientifically, so he made his plans accordingly. 



