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Around the Fire<br />
Each evening, when the sunlight was fading and the light was soft, making the sculptured terrain look<br />
less stark, Cope reviewed with them the finds of the day, and spoke of the lost world in which these<br />
giant animals roamed.<br />
“Cope could speak like an orator when he chose to,” noted Sternberg, “and of an evening, the dead<br />
gray rocks became dense green jungle, the trickling streams vast vegetation-choked lakes, the clear<br />
sky turned close with hot rainclouds, and indeed the entire barren landscape before our eyes was<br />
transformed into an ancient swamp. It was mysterious, when he spoke that way. We felt goose-bumps<br />
and a chill on the spine.”<br />
In part, that chill came from the lingering tinge of heresy. Unlike Marsh, Cope was not an open<br />
Darwinian, but he appeared to believe in evolution, and certainly in great antiquity. Morton was going<br />
to be a preacher, like his father. He asked Cope, “as a man of science,” how old the world was.<br />
Cope said he had no idea, in the mild way he had when he was concealing something. It was the<br />
opposite side of his snapping temper, this almost lazy indifference, this tranquil, calm voice. This<br />
mildness overcame Cope whenever the discussion moved into areas that might be considered<br />
religious. A devout Quaker (despite his pugilistic temperament), he found it difficult to tread on the<br />
religious feelings of others.<br />
Was the world, Morton asked, six thousand years old, as Bishop Ussher had said?<br />
A great many serious and informed people still believed this date, despite Darwin and the fuss that<br />
the new scientists who called themselves “geologists” were making. After all, the trouble with what<br />
the scientists said was that they were always saying something different. This year one idea, next year<br />
something else. Scientific opinion was ever changing, like the fashions of women’s dress, while the<br />
firm and fixed date 4004 BC invited the attention of those seeking greater verity.<br />
No, Cope said, he did not think the world was so recent.<br />
How old, then? asked Morton. Six thousand years? Ten thousand years?<br />
No, Cope said, still tranquil.<br />
Then how much older?<br />
A thousand thousand times as old, said Cope, his voice still dreamy.<br />
“Surely you’re joking!” Morton exclaimed. “Four billion years? That is patently absurd.”<br />
“I know of no one who was there at the time,” Cope said mildly.<br />
“But what about the age of the sun?” Morton said, with a smug look.