steers was swallowed whole, and they would have swallowed him
and his horse if he hadn't skinned out on a gallop. He said he
could hear the dinosauruses for miles, making a noise like distant
thunder, whether from eating the steers, giving them a pain, or
whether bidding defiance to him and his horse, he never could
make out but he said nothing but money could ever induce him
to go into that valley again.

[Illustration: A Boy Dinosaurus Reached Out His Neck and Picked
Up a Steer.]

Pa asked the other cowboys if they had ever been to that
dinosaurus valley, and they winked at each other and said they had
heard of it, but there was not money enough to hire them to go
there, 'cause they had heard that a man's life was not safe a
minute. Bill, who had told the story, was the only man who had
ever been there, and the only man living that had seen a live
dinosaurus.

Then we turned in, and Pa never slept a wink all night, thinking
of the rare animals, or insects, or reptiles, or whatever they
are, that he expected to land for the show. He whispered to me in
the night and said: "Hennery, I am on the trail of the dinosaurus,
and while I am not prepared to capture one alive, at this time, I
am going to that valley and see the animals alive, and make plans
for their capture, and report to the management of the show. What
do you think about it?"

I told Pa that I thought that cowboy, Bill, was the worst liar
that we had ever run up against, and I knew by studying geography