The life of a fossil hunter — Story, Setting & Ideas
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cimens would be studied by competent authority, and that I should receive credit for my discoveries.
The specimens were sent to Dr. John Strong Newberry, professor in Columbia University and State Geologist of Ohio. He did not find opportunity at that time to publish the results, but long years afterwards, in 1898, I received from Dr. Arthur Hollick a copy of “Later Flora of North America,” a posthumous work of Dr. Newberry’s. Turning instantly to the magnificent plates, I recognized some of my early specimens, the first I ever collected that were of value to science.
Although, owing to the long delay in publication, I lost credit for them, and the duplicates which I had given to a friend had been used by Lesquereux to illustrate some new species accredited to that friend instead of to their rightful discoverer, Dr. Newberry kindly acknowledged my work on p. 133 of his book, where he says: “The leaf figured on Plate X and that represented on Plate XI were included in a collection made by Charles H. Sternberg, and Lesquereux has done only justice to him by attaching his name to the finest species contained in the large collection of fossil plants he made there,” that is, at Sassafras Hollow.
In 1872, just before Lesquereux’s great work, “The Cretaceous Flora,” appeared, I learned that the famous botanist was a guest of Lieutenant Benteen, the commander of Fort Harker. Fortunately, I had retained rough sketches of the first specimens I had sent to the Smithsonian Institution. So with these I started for the Post, where I found a reception in progress in honor of the noted guest.
I was introduced to the venerable botanist by his own son, who spoke to him in French, as he was almost deaf. When I displayed my sketches, he took me to one side, and in a corner of the room I told him the story of my discoveries. His eyes shone when he examined the drawings. “This is a new species,” he said, “and this, and this. Here is one described and illustrated from poorer material.”
I do not remember how long we talked. I only know that the golden moments sped by all too rapidly; and from that hour until his death in 1889 we were in constant correspondence.
After this all my collections were sent to him for description. Over four hundred species of plants like those of our existing forests along the Mexican Gulf, some beautiful vines, a few ferns, and even the fruit of a fig, and a magnolia flower petal, the only petal so far found in the coarse sandstone of the Dakota Group, have rewarded my earnest efforts. The fragrance of this lovely flower seems wafted down to us through the myriads of ages since it bloomed.
Dr. Arthur Hollick, in his paper, “A Fossil Petal and a Fruit from the Cretaceous (Dakota Group) of Kansas,” in Contributions from the New York Botanical Garden, No. 31, says, on page 102: “Included in a collection of fossil-plant remains from the Cretaceous (Dakota Group) of Kansas, recently obtained by the New York Botanical Garden from Charles H. Sternberg of Lawrence, Kansas, are two exceedingly interesting specimens,—one representing a large petal, the other a fleshy fruit. Petals are exceedingly rare, and I am not acquainted with any published figure of anything of the kind which can compare with ours in regard to either size or satisfactory condition of preservation.”
Of the fig, the Doctor remarks: “The fruit is plainly that of a fig, and, although some twenty-three species of _Ficus_ have been described from the Dakota Group, they were based upon leaf impressions. This fossil has every appearance of many dried herbarium specimens, and it is evident that it must have possessed considerable consistency in order to retain its original shape, as it has done to a certain extent, under the pressure to which it must have been subjected.”
In 1888 I sent over three thousand leaf impressions from the Dakota sandstone to Dr. Lesquereux, and he selected from them over three hundred and fifty typical specimens, many of them new, for the National Museum. Hundreds of others, identified by him, were afterwards purchased by R. D. Lacoe, of Pittston, Pa., and presented to the Museum.
So feeble had the great botanist become in these last years of his life, that friends passed before his failing eyes the trays containing these great collections.
Charles H. Sternberg's memoir opens not with a fossil but with a confrontation: a Snake Indian in red paint demands toll for a government bridge. This early scene sets the tone for a narrative where scientific pursuit is inseparable from the hazards of the frontier. Sternberg writes with the eye of a naturalist and the voice of a field veteran, recording both the shape of a fossil leaf and the precise moment a thieving hand lifts bacon from a mess box. His prose moves between patient description—unopened leaf nodules, the weathered rocks of Laramie Beds—and the sudden urgency of a dying chief's ceremony or a fork in a forest trail. The memoir is less a systematic treatise than a series of expeditions, each with its own rhythm of discovery, negotiation, and survival.
Voice and Perspective: The Collector as Narrator
Sternberg's first-person account is remarkably unadorned. He does not posture as a scientist delivering findings; he reports what he saw, what he did, and what was done to him. When he describes the Snake Indian village, he notes the government-built houses with torn-out floors and roof fires—details that reveal his attention to material culture without moralizing. His voice is that of a working collector: practical, observant, occasionally wry. He hides bacon under tin dishes to hear a thief's rattle. He rides across a bridge despite threats, citing taxpaying citizenship. These small acts of defiance and caution accumulate into a portrait of a man who operates on the margins of institutional science, dependent on patrons like Professor Cope but also on his own resourcefulness.
Pace and Structure: The Rhythm of Expedition
The memoir's pace mirrors the work itself: long stretches of travel and camp routine punctuated by moments of tension or discovery. Sternberg's chapters are organized by expedition and location—the Kansas Chalk, the Oregon Desert, the Permian of Texas—but within each, the narrative moves by incident. A typical sequence: travel, encounter with locals (often Indigenous), negotiation or conflict, camp setup, fossil work, and departure. The excerpt from the Oregon expedition shows this pattern clearly: the team follows a trail, meets a boy with pack ponies, and ends up in a natural park with five armed Snake braves. Sternberg does not linger on emotion; he records the fork in the road, the jingling bells, the Winchesters. The effect is a cumulative realism, where the reader feels the uncertainty of each day's outcome.
Recurring Details: The Texture of Field Life
Certain small observations recur across the excerpts, building a tactile sense of the fossil hunter's world. Sternberg notes the unopened leaf nodule and the nodule opened to show fossil leaf—a pair that suggests both the hiddenness of fossils and the moment of revelation. He records the mushroom-like concretion known as Pulpit Rock, a landmark that could be a meeting point or a hazard. Food and sleep are constant concerns: bread and coffee stowed between mattresses, bacon hidden, a sound ear that fails to hear theft. These details are not decorative; they ground the narrative in the physical demands of fieldwork. Sternberg's world is one where a government bridge, a sheep camp, and a dying chief's ceremony all bear on the success of a fossil hunt.
Sternberg's memoir rewards readers who attend to its small, concrete observations as much as its dramatic encounters. The fossil hunter's life, as he presents it, is a matter of patience and alertness: noticing the shape of a leaf in stone, the direction of a trail, the mood of a village. The book is best read not as a scientific monograph but as a field journal from a vanished era of American exploration, where every expedition required negotiation with people, weather, and terrain as much as with the buried past.
Old Sternberg’s hands in the dust, reading bones like letters. That patient, hopeful turning—of stone, of pages—always reminds me of the quiet kinship in The Child's Book of American Biography — Story, Setting & Ideas. Both are simply people leaning close, listening for what the past whispers. A gentle, shared attentiveness, I think.
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