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Othniel Marsh lived alone in a mansion he had built on a hill outside New Haven. As he walked up<br />
the hill, Johnson had a sense of the loneliness and isolation of Marsh’s life, his need for approval, for<br />
status and acceptance. He was shown to the drawing room; Marsh was working there alone, and<br />
looked up from a manuscript he was preparing.<br />
“You sent for me, Professor Marsh?”<br />
Marsh glared at him. “Where are they?”<br />
“You mean the bones?”<br />
“Of course I mean the bones! Where are they?”<br />
Johnson held Marsh’s gaze. He realized he was no longer afraid of the man, in any way. “Professor<br />
Cope has the bones, in Philadelphia. All of them.”<br />
“Is it true you have found the remains of a hitherto unknown dinosaur of great size?”<br />
“I am not at liberty to say, Professor.”<br />
“You are a fatuous fool,” Marsh said. “You have squandered your own opportunity for greatness.<br />
Cope will never publish, and if he does, his report will be so hasty, so filled with inaccuracies, that it<br />
will never attain the recognition of the scientific community. You should have brought them to Yale,<br />
where they could be properly studied. You are a fool and a traitor to your college, Johnson.”<br />
“Is that all, Professor?”<br />
“Yes, that’s all.” Johnson turned to leave. “One more thing,” Marsh said.<br />
“Yes, Professor?”<br />
“I don’t suppose you can get the bones back?”<br />
“No, Professor.”<br />
“Then it’s gone,” Marsh said wistfully. “All gone.” He returned to his manuscript. His pen<br />
scratched on the paper.<br />
Johnson left the room. On his way out, he passed a small skeleton of the miniature Cretaceous<br />
horse Eohippus. It was beautifully formed, beautifully assembled, this pale skeleton from the distant<br />
past. Somehow it made Johnson sad. He turned away, and hurried down the hill toward the College.