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Badlands<br />
The Judith River, a tributary of the Missouri, flowed from the Little Belt Mountains and connected<br />
with large creeks in a confusing meander of waterways.<br />
“There’s damn good trout in those waters,” said Cookie. “Not that I expect we will be fishing.”<br />
The Judith River basin itself consisted of badlands, rocky outcrops that formed, for the eye, into<br />
mysterious shapes, demons and dragons. A place of gargoyles, said Toad.<br />
Toad’s arm was now swollen and red; he complained of pain. Sternberg said privately he thought<br />
Toad would have to be sent back to Fort Benton, where the army surgeon could amputate his arm with<br />
the benefit of whiskey and a bone saw. But nobody mentioned it to Toad.<br />
The scale of the rock formations in the Judith badlands was enormous; great cliffs—Cope called<br />
them “exposures”—reaching hundreds of feet into the air, in places towering more than a thousand<br />
feet above them. With pastel bands of pink and black rock, the land had a stark and desolate beauty.<br />
But it was a harsh land: there was little water nearby, and it was mostly brackish, alkaline,<br />
poisonous. “Hard to believe this was a great inland lake, surrounded by swamps,” Cope said, staring<br />
at the soft sculpted rock. Cope always seemed to see more than the others did. Cope and also<br />
Sternberg: the tough fossil hunter had the practiced eye of a plains explorer; he always seemed to<br />
know where to find game and water.<br />
“We’ll have water enough here,” he predicted. “It won’t be the water that troubles us. It’ll be the<br />
dust.”<br />
There was indeed an alkaline bite in the air, but the others did not mind it so much. Their<br />
immediate problem was to find a campsite near a suitable place for excavation, and this was no mean<br />
task. Moving the wagons over the terrain—there were no wagon trails here—was difficult and<br />
sometimes dangerous work.<br />
They were also nervous about Indians, because they saw plenty of signs around them: pony tracks,<br />
abandoned cook fires, the occasional antelope carcass. Some of the cook fires looked recent, but<br />
Sternberg professed complete indifference. Even the Sioux weren’t crazy enough to stay in the<br />
badlands for long. “Only a crazy white man’d spend all summer here,” he laughed. “And only a crazy,<br />
rich white man would spend his vacation here!” He slapped Johnson on the back.<br />
For two days they pushed the wagons up hills and braced them down hills, until finally Cope<br />
announced that they were in a suitable bone region, and they could make camp at the next good site<br />
they found. Sternberg suggested the top of the nearby rise, and they pushed the wagons up a final time,<br />
coughing in the dust of the wheels. Toad, unable to help because of his swollen arm, said, “Do you<br />
smell fire?” but no one did.