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informed of this by Red Cloud himself, the legendary Sioux chief, and had revealed the evidence in Washington, severely embarrassing the Grant presidency in the eyes of the liberal Eastern establishment. Marsh was a good friend of Red Cloud, and thus reporters wanted to talk to him about the Sioux Wars now raging. “It is a terrible conflict,” Marsh said, “but there are no easy answers to the Indian question.” Then, too, Chicago reporters never tired of repeating the story of Marsh’s earliest public exploit, the affair of the Cardiff giant. In 1869, the fossilized skeleton of a ten-foot giant was unearthed in Cardiff, New York, and quickly became a national phenomenon. It was generally agreed that the giant was one of a race of men who had been drowned in Noah’s flood; Gordon Bennett of the New York Herald and a number of scholars had pronounced it genuine. Marsh, in his capacity as the new paleontology professor from Yale, went to view the fossil and said, within earshot of a reporter, “Very remarkable.” “May I quote you?” said the reporter. “Yes,” said Marsh. “You may quote me as saying, ‘A very remarkable fake.’” It was later determined that the so-called giant originated as a block of gypsum, carved secretly in Chicago. But the incident brought national attention to Marsh—and he had been talking to reporters ever since. “And what brings you to Chicago now?” one reporter asked. “I am on my way west, to find more bones,” Marsh said. “And will you be seeing bones in Chicago?” Marsh laughed. “No,” he said, “in Chicago we will see General Sheridan, to arrange our army liaison.” Marsh took Johnson with him, because he wanted to be photographed with General Sheridan. Little Phil Sheridan was a compact, energetic man of forty-five, with a fondness for plug tobacco and tart expression. He had assembled the army staff now waging the Indian War—Generals Crook, Terry, and Custer, all of whom were in the field, hunting out the Sioux. Sheridan was particularly fond of Armstrong Custer, and had risked the disapproval of President Grant by ordering Custer back into service along with Generals Crook and Terry in the Indian Wars. “It’s no easy campaign,” Sheridan said. “And we need a man with Custer’s dash. The Indians are being driven from their homes, whether we care to see it that way or not, and they’ll fight us like devils. And the fact that the Indian agency supplies ’em with good rifles doesn’t help, either. The main conflict promises to be in Montana and Wyoming.” “Wyoming,” Marsh said. “Hmmm. Will there be problems for our group?” He did not seem the least perturbed, Johnson noticed. “I can’t see why,” Sheridan said, spitting with remarkable accuracy at a metal basin across the room. “So long as you stay out of Wyoming and Montana, you’ll be safe enough.” Marsh posed for a photograph, standing rigidly beside General Sheridan. He then obtained letters of introduction to the three generals, and to the post commanders at Fort Laramie and Cheyenne. Two hours later, they were back at the train station, ready to continue westward. At the departure gate, a rough-looking man, very tall, with a peculiar slanting scar on his cheek, said
to Johnson, “How far are you going?” “I’m on my way to Wyoming.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he remembered he should have said Colorado instead. “Wyoming! Good luck to you then,” the man said, and turned away. Marsh was beside Johnson a moment later. “Who was that?” “I’ve no idea.” “What did he want?” “He asked how far I was going.” “Did he? And what did you say?” “Wyoming.” Marsh frowned. “Did he believe you?” “I’ve no idea.” “Did he seem to believe you?” “Yes, Professor. I think so.” “You think so?” “I am fairly sure, Professor.” Marsh stared off in the direction of the departed man. The station was still crowded and busy. The echoing din was loud, pierced by departure whistles. “I have already warned you about talking to strangers,” he said finally. “The man you spoke to was Cope’s favorite foreman, Navy Joe Benedict. A brutal thug of a human specimen. But if you told him we were going to Wyoming, that is all right.” “You mean we are not going to Wyoming?” “No,” Marsh said. “We are going to Colorado.” “Colorado!” “Of course,” Marsh said. “Colorado is the best source of bones in the West, though you can’t expect a fool like Cope to know it.”
Page 4 and 5: Contents Cover Endpaper Title Page
Page 6 and 7: Introduction As he appears in an ea
Page 8 and 9: Young Johnson Joins the Field Trip
Page 10 and 11: Marsh Professor Marsh kept offices
Page 12 and 13: The name had an extraordinary effec
Page 14 and 15: Learning Photography Johnson wanted
Page 16 and 17: Philadelphia Philadelphia was the b
Page 18 and 19: puffed-up, brave, and determined to
Page 20 and 21: “Really? Most families wish to me
Page 22 and 23: wealthy Quaker merchant, left him m
Page 24 and 25: “I have made inquiries about that
Page 28 and 29: Going West The Chicago and North We
Page 30 and 31: The West Beyond Omaha the real West
Page 32 and 33: town, it was, noted Johnson, “a c
Page 34 and 35: The Pride De Paree Theater was a tw
Page 36 and 37: “I’ll be back, though.” “Wh
Page 38 and 39: “Oh yes, Mr. Johnson,” said the
Page 40 and 41: Cope’s Expedition It was immediat
Page 42 and 43: Established thirty years before, Sa
Page 44 and 45: e rejoining her husband; indeed, sh
Page 46 and 47: His personal style—his long curly
Page 48 and 49: Part II The Lost World
Page 50 and 51: He was awake for each changing of t
Page 52 and 53: Incidents on the Plains In the midd
Page 54 and 55: Sternberg went out and shot an ante
Page 56 and 57: Badlands The Judith River, a tribut
Page 58 and 59: “I said, ‘I bid you welcome and
Page 60 and 61: that the nomadic Indian lives a fre
Page 62 and 63: Bone Country With these preliminary
Page 64 and 65: potential discoveries lying in wait
Page 66 and 67: cooks it,” Isaac grumbled). Rathe
Page 68 and 69: In 1871, Lord Kelvin, the most emin
Page 70 and 71: Bad Water Cope chose his campsites
Page 72 and 73: They rode on. The sun dropped behin
Page 74 and 75: Dinner with Cope and Marsh The sear
Page 76 and 77:
“Very true.” “Though you neve
Page 78 and 79:
“Sleep with Your Guns Tonight, Bo
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Moving Camp In early August, they w
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“Just wait and see,” Cookie sai
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“Of these rocks?” Johnson asked
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Around the Campfire Any discovery l
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Leaving the Badlands The morning of
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I am dreadfully ashamed of what occ
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Part III Dragon Teeth
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they reach us.” “You boys go ri
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Badlands Silence, under a waning mo
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Little Wind said nothing. “What a
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Deadwood Deadwood presented a bleak
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he thought. Then he finished fillin
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Laramie and Cheyenne?” “That’
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“He moved old Jake when the carri
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“So I expect you’ll have to get
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The Black Hills Art Gallery “How
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But it was also the beginning of tr
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His whole manner changed. “Then y
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For his part, Black Dick claimed to
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“I got to pack,” Johnson said,
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No one in town who knew Dick would
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already been to Montana City and Cr
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“Fossil bones are rock.” “The
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Emily’s News “It’s no good,
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All around him, the hotel was silen
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“I am sure of it,” the judge sa
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“Yes. Ling Chow has tool shed, ve
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A Shootout Black Dick showed up in
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Keep your eyes on him. Never take y
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had hired Kang to help him again, s
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Deadwood for the winter, but said t
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“Only a damn fool would think so,
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Johnson and Miss Emily ducked down.
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Red Canyon They reached the town of
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Fort Laramie Fort Laramie was an ar
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“Well, you’ve just come from De
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“How can you say that? Look at hi
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other pursuits of no substance.”
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“Of course.” “Really?” “D
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“I don’t see why not. She says
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At eight the next morning, feeling
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His father embraced him warmly. “
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Postscript Cope Edward Drinker Cope
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Author’s Note “Biography,” ob
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Afterword Michael’s dedication to
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Taft, Robert. Photography and the A
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Also by Michael Crichton Fiction Th
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Copyright This book is a work of fi
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* Editor’s note: Charles H. Stern
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