We tramped with our Winchesters on our shoulders for several hours, examining rocks and fossils.

On our return we found that Andy was occupied in boiling a goose which Prof.'s sure aim had bestowed on the larder, and we had the bird for supper.

If it was not one of the fossils it certainly was one of the "oldest inhabitants," which are found in every locality, and though a steady diet of bacon enthused us with an ambition to masticate this noble morsel, it had to be relegated to the impossibilities.

We had a good deal of entertainment out of it, and while so engaged every ear caught the sound of a faint, distant gunshot.

This was proof that we were no longer alone, and the question was, "How many Indians are there ?" We simply waited developments.