Dragon Teeth: A Novel
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Adventure
Paleontology
Survival
Exploration
Scientific Discovery
Fish Out of Water
Rival Scientists
Great Outdoors
Reluctant Hero
Treasure Hunt
Explorer
Rivals to Friends
Frontier Justice
Frontier
Rags to Riches
Western Frontier
Rivalry
Fossil Hunting
Frontier Life
Photography
About this ebook
Michael Crichton, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Jurassic Park, returns to the world of paleontology in this recently discovered novel—a thrilling adventure set in the Wild West during the golden age of fossil hunting.
The year is 1876. Warring Indian tribes still populate America’s western territories even as lawless gold-rush towns begin to mark the landscape. In much of the country it is still illegal to espouse evolution. Against this backdrop two monomaniacal paleontologists pillage the Wild West, hunting for dinosaur fossils, while surveilling, deceiving and sabotaging each other in a rivalry that will come to be known as the Bone Wars.
Into this treacherous territory plunges the arrogant and entitled William Johnson, a Yale student with more privilege than sense. Determined to survive a summer in the west to win a bet against his arch-rival, William has joined world-renowned paleontologist Othniel Charles Marsh on his latest expedition. But when the paranoid and secretive Marsh becomes convinced that William is spying for his nemesis, Edwin Drinker Cope, he abandons him in Cheyenne, Wyoming, a locus of crime and vice. William is forced to join forces with Cope and soon stumbles upon a discovery of historic proportions. With this extraordinary treasure, however, comes exceptional danger, and William’s newfound resilience will be tested in his struggle to protect his cache, which pits him against some of the West’s most notorious characters.
A page-turner that draws on both meticulously researched history and an exuberant imagination, Dragon Teeth is based on the rivalry between real-life paleontologists Cope and Marsh; in William Johnson readers will find an inspiring hero only Michael Crichton could have imagined. Perfectly paced and brilliantly plotted, this enormously winning adventure is destined to become another Crichton classic.
Michael Crichton
Michael Crichton (1942-2008) was the author of the bestselling novels The Terminal Man, The Great Train Robbery, Jurassic Park, Sphere, Disclosure, Prey, State of Fear, Next and Dragon Teeth, among many others. His books have sold more than 200 million copies worldwide, have been translated into forty languages, and have provided the basis for fifteen feature films. He wrote and directed Westworld, The Great Train Robbery, Runaway, Looker, Coma and created the hit television series ER. Crichton remains the only writer to have a number one book, movie, and TV show in the same year. Daniel H. Wilson is a Cherokee citizen and author of the New York Times bestselling Robopocalypse and its sequel Robogenesis, as well as ten other books. He recently wrote the Earth 2: Society comic book series for DC Comics. Wilson earned a PhD in Robotics from Carnegie Mellon University, as well as master’s degrees in Artificial Intelligence and Robotics. He has published over a dozen scientific papers and holds four patents. Wilson lives in Portland, Oregon.
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Readers find this title a delightful mix of history, science, theology, and biology, wrapped up in a thrilling gunslinging adventure in the Wild West. The author's ability to blend fact and fiction is captivating, and the inclusion of real-life locations adds an extra layer of fascination. Fans of Michael Crichton will not be disappointed with this must-read tale.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5
May 28, 2018
The blurb for this book really tells all there is to know about it. There were a lot of info dumps about Indians, Custer and paleontology. I thought it was just ok. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Sep 25, 2019
It had aspects of history, science, theology, and biology all wrapped up in a gunslinging adventure in the Wild West. What’s not to love? - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Feb 21, 2021
Another amazing Michael Crichton book! A must read tale! I thoroughly enjoyed this mix of fact and fiction! - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Jun 8, 2020
LOVED IT. READ THE AFTERWORD!
Started slowly... but who doesn't love dinosaurs and gunslingers?? - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Dec 20, 2024
This is a decent story about paleontologists looking for fossils in the Old West. It’s got everything that one would expect in an adventure set in this time and location - including Indians, bad guys, interesting nicknames, and general lawlessness.
The plot revolves around a young Yale college student (William Johnson) who accepts a bet made by a college classmate that involves spending his summer break digging for fossils with one of the nation’s preeminent paleontologists, Dr. Othniel Marsh. Along the way across the country, Johnson gets left behind by Marsh’s team. At wit’s end as to imagine how to continue, Johnson has the good fortune to hook up with Marsh’s blood rival, Dr. Edward Drinker Cope who’s also heading west to search for ancient bones.
From here, the story weaves in and out of situations with the aforementioned Indians and resident bad guys. Johnson is forced to deal with a number of encounters that toughen and mature him beyond his years.
It’s a decent enough story, but if I hadn’t known in advance, I would’ve never known this was written by Michael Crichton. There’s decent enough storytelling plus a little bit of science, but nothing that would lead one to believe that this was written by the same man who wrote Jurassic Park and The Andromeda Strain- at least to this reviewer. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Dec 21, 2021
I've always loved Michael Crichton and finding this work was such a delight. I couldn't put it down. Having visited many of the places described in the books - Deadwood, the Badlands, Laramie, Custer, Cheyenne made it even more fascinating. - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5
Jan 23, 2025
This is the story of two early paleontologists who traveled into the northern Great Plains to hunt fossils. It’s a decent enough story that includes a fictional helper who engages with both of them, ends up out of place in Deadwood. The characters are believable and lend lots to the story... I found this novel to be an easy read but not one that i am loath to put down for 8 hours of sleep. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Dec 16, 2024
I came across this book at the library. Fantastic story about the brontosaurs and the men who were trying to ruin each other. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Sep 16, 2024
Dragon Teeth is an excellent story about dinosaur fossil collecting in the Badlands of Wyoming. It was a dangerous pursuit searching for dinosaur bones due to the Indians, rough terrain, and armed people. The story is fiction but very well researched. Five stars were given in this review. - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5
Jul 10, 2023
This book had the potential to be so much more. The story was interesting, and was based on many real life events, however it's short length (less than 250 pages) didn't allow for much character and plot development, and overall it felt rushed. If this was extended by another 300-400 pages, it co... - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Jul 17, 2023
Interesting story about the rivalry between two paleontologists in the American West who are searching for dinosaur bones. Dr. Marsh is a professor at Yale, Mr. Cope is another paleontologist and they hate each other. Caught between is Edward Johnson, at the beginning a pampered Yale student from signs on with Dr. Marsh to go West as a bet. From here all kinds of strange and dangerous things happen. This is the late 1800's and the Indian wars in the Black Hills and Montana are at their peak. Custer makes an appearance.
Johnson is the main character in the book. He is abandoned by Dr. Marsh and finds himself with Cope not knowing what to believe about either. With Cope, he finds very rare teeth that mark the first findings of huge dinosaurs in the American West. When fellow travelers are killed by Indians, Johnson finds himself alone with the teeth. In towns such as Deadwood, he meets up with Wyatt Earp.
The story is based on a real rivalry between these early scientists and is about a part of American history that is rarely thought of. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Jul 4, 2022
William Johnson is a spoiled rich kid who makes a bet with a colleague that he would go west during the summer with Prof. Marsh, the bone collector. This is very historic. Good read - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Jan 15, 2022
Wow. At first I was worried that this posthumously published book would fall into the rut as most posthumously published books do. But I loved it. I didn't want it to end so I paced myself, reread chapters, and got lost in the words. - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5
Mar 5, 2019
It is over ten years since Michael Crichton passed away, and this is the third novel of his published posthumously. According to an afterword by his widow, the text of this novel was written in 1974, and presaged his famous interest in dinosaurs through the Jurassic Park franchise. This novel is set during the so called Bone Wars of the 1870s, when bitter rival archaeologists Professors Cope and Marsh competed using unscrupulous tactics to identify, disinter and preserve dinosaur bones found in then remote parts of the USA, in this case the Black Hills of Dakota, sacred to the Sioux Native Americans. The central character is a fictional student William Johnson who during the course of the story works for both professors, is attacked by numerous parties of Native Americans and Western gunslingers, while trying to preserve some of the bones from Cope's expedition, from which he was separated, believed to have been killed in an ambush. This is a decent page turner and a very quick, superficially enjoyable read, but lacked substance for me.1 person found this helpful
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Aug 15, 2018
Last of Crichton’s books, published nigh on a decade after his passing, Dragon Teeth follows William Johnson as he travels into the American West in the late 1800s. At first he was to accompany Othniel Marsh, but the paranoid paleontologist left Johnson behind, deciding he must be a spy of Marsh’s rival. Unable to return home, Johnson ends up working for that rival, joining Edward Cope’s research team as a photographer. This is a snapshot of one of the most unusual 'wars’ of US history, the 'Bone Wars’ between two legends of paleontology- Othniel Marsh and Edward Drinker Cope.
Unlike Jurassic Park, Dragon Teeth focuses on true paleontology, and actual historical events. Written with Crichton's typical flare for adventure, our protagonist journeys from the learning bastions of the East, to the Badlands, in the West. Over the course of the story, Johnson goes from a rich, spoiled schoolboy, to a calm, self-assured mature man. To even keep the gig with Marsh, he must learn the art of photography. Then he gets left behind by Marsh, and rather than reneging on a bet, he signs on with Cope’s expedition. With Cope, there is greater freedom, if more hardship, and it quickly becomes clear that, while he is many things, he's not how Marsh described him. Johnson ends up separated from Cope’s group when he and two others volunteer to go retrieve the second half of the boxed bones being brought back East and get attacked. He is presumed dead and ends up in the town of Deadwood. By the time Johnson returns home, he has quite the tale to tell.
I devoured this book in about three hours. Crichton is a favourite author, and Jurassic Park is among my favourite books. I was floored when I first came across Dragon Teeth, before it's release. I thought Pirate Latitudes was the last Crichton book I'd get to read. That it was about paleontology, and true events, was icing on the cake. It may not have had the scientific or moral/ethical questions of his other books, but it did illuminate an unusual and fascinating spot of history. Highly recommended!!
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5
Jun 13, 2018
As a Crichton book, this tale was very good, but I think lacking a little probably due to being a 'lost' manuscript found after his death. It feels to me like it was missing some of the polish of his other titles, probably due to this fact. However, despite that I very much enjoyed the story of William "Foggy" Johnson and his rise from timid and pampered eastern Yale College man (boy?), to the rough and hardened man at the end of the story. As usual, Crichton paints a vivid story and creates a wonderful setting with some great characters. He is forced (by history) to take some major liberties with the other characters - especially Cope and Marsh - and these can (mostly) be forgiven in the interest of artistic license and weaving a good story. Sometimes though it felt as if characters from history were tossed into the story merely as window dressing, and not for any benefit of the story itself. But, in terms of character development, and following along on Johnson's adventure out West among the great men of paleontology of the day, this was a thoroughly enjoyable read. If you enjoyed previous Crichton books, you will enjoy Dragon Teeth.1 person found this helpful
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Apr 27, 2018
In a Stephen King novel, the protagonist, himself a novelist, explains that it is common for authors to have several books in the vault ready for submission for those times when their muse fails them. In Creighton's case, it would be post-mortem.
Dragon's Teeth is a historical novel that his widow suggests influenced Jurassic Park. Unlike the blockbuster story of an implausible scientific breakthrough regenerating dinosaurs in our time; Dragon's Teeth is a well-grounded story based on the rivalry between two famed paleontologists back in the day when the science was just getting off the ground.
The most lucrative hunting grounds were in territories controlled by Indians who, prior to the story, gave Custer his comeuppance. The protagonist, a college student posing as a photographer, is an entirely fictional character, caught up as a pawn in the middle of the rivalry.
It's an interesting story -- one that not only covers the ever-present danger in the wild west, but also the impact of "The Octopus" (railroads) on the frontiers and the passion the main characters had for their scientific discoveries - discoveries of which they could scarcely grasp the nature of.1 person found this helpful
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5
Jun 20, 2017
Dragon Teeth by Michael Crichton is a book of Crichton's I didn't like. I have read all of his and loved them all but this was so un-Crichton. It lacked the spark, the thrills, the adventure that kept me glued to the others. I was bored to tears and forced myself to finish it. I got this book from the library and noticed the total ratings on it was only 3 stars and wondered why, now I know.1 person found this helpful
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5
Feb 26, 2021
Pretty good. It felt unfinished, which makes sense considering it probably was. I don't usually read Westerns or watch them either. I picked this up thinking it would be another SciFi story. It wasn't bad though. Not at all. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Feb 17, 2021
I enjoyed this better than I would have thought considering it's a western about hunting for dinosaur bones. It's great storytelling, and full of real life characters and places. There are so many ups and downs for the lead. He starts out a rich college boy and ends up a true survivor of the wild west. - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5
Nov 25, 2020
Nice piece of fictionalized history. Very enjoyable. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Nov 28, 2019
Dragon Teeth is a typical Crichton story. The pacing is fast in this historical fiction/thriller, and there are several excellent twists to keep the reader engaged.
The story is about Johnson, a young Yale student, who on a dare travels west with a professor during the summer break to dig for dinosaur bones. Despite warnings about not going into Sioux territory the professor does just that believing the best bones are to be found there.
Johnson should have taken heed and turned around. With the bet on his mind he proceeds on and is not deterred even when the professor, thinking he is a spy for a rival, leaves him stranded at the train station. Ultimately he gets a lot more than he bargained for and will be lucky to return east with his scalp still attached to his head.
The only thing I wished for was more character development. Other than that, it is a great comin-of-age story sure to please any Crichton fan. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Oct 17, 2019
I really enjoyed the historical fiction aspect of this. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Aug 6, 2019
When William Johnson accepted a bet and joined an expedition west in search of dinosaur bones, he knew he was heading to a place very different than his hometown of Philadelphia. But he wasn't expecting to be caught in the middle of the Indian Wars, or in the middle of an escalating feud between warring paleontologists. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Jul 25, 2019
Michael Crichton is my favourite author, so when I heard a book had been released after his death I had to read it right away. Dragon teeth was enthralling. I loved how the story took the main character on an adventure that took him from being a spoiled young man into a responsible and world wise individual. - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5
Nov 28, 2018
This was very short, which was disappointing. Interesting, quick read. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Mar 1, 2018
Starts off slow, almost didn't finish it but got more interesting and ended really well. Glad I stuck it out. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Jan 10, 2018
Michael Crichton passed in 2008 yet releases a brand new book in 2017, how can this be? Apparently it was written i 1974 and sat unreleased in his archives and was recently unearthed, much like Pirate Latitudes (Micro was also unearthed but needed work by Richard Preston to publish).
It definitely reads like the Crichton of old, compelling and immersive. I'm not one who would typically seek out a western type novel such as this however it really is more than just a western - there's plenty of adventure, odd characters, a spellbinding mixture of history and fiction.
Set in 1875 it follows the journey of a William Johnson who seemingly lacks direction in life and signs up to go west on a palaeontology expedition as part of a bet. Throughout such he manages to overcome plenty of adversity and find himself coming back home a success with a new outlook on life.
Would recommend for anyone who's enjoyed a Crichton book in the past or has an interest in American historical fiction novels. - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5
Dec 28, 2017
Crichton wrote this decades before his death and decades before the height of his fame. Yet it wasn't published until after his death. I can see why Crichton sat on this one. It isn't up to his usual flawless standards. The narrative doesn't fit his voice and the plot doesn't fit his style. It's slow and plodding and stale. True, it tackles a a seldom discussed point in history and an fascinating period of scientific history, but it lacks Crichton's usual wonder and awe. Probably my least favorite of his works. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Dec 2, 2017
This might be my new favorite Crichton book. As a wannabe child paleontologist, I learned a lot about Cope and Marsh and their battle for the bones. The way the are brought to life in this story along with some other classic figures from the American Wild West makes for a very fun read. I wish he would have written more if these historical retellings.
Book preview
Dragon Teeth - Michael Crichton
Introduction
As he appears in an early photograph, William Johnson is a handsome young man with a crooked smile and a naive grin. A study in slouching indifference, he lounges against a Gothic building. He is a tall fellow, but his height appears irrelevant to his presentation of himself. The photograph is dated New Haven, 1875,
and was apparently taken after he had left home to begin studies as an undergraduate at Yale College.
A later photograph, marked Cheyenne, Wyoming, 1876,
shows Johnson quite differently. His mouth is framed by a full mustache; his body is harder and enlarged by use; his jaw is set; he stands confidently with shoulders squared and feet wide—and ankle-deep in mud. Clearly visible is a peculiar scar on his upper lip, which in later years he claimed was the result of an Indian attack.
The following story tells what happened between the two pictures.
For the journals and notebooks of William Johnson, I am indebted to the estate of W. J. T. Johnson, and particularly to Johnson’s great-niece, Emily Silliman, who permitted me to quote extensively from the unpublished material. (Much of the factual contents of Johnson’s accounts found their way into print in 1890, during the fierce battles for priority between Cope and Marsh, which finally involved the U.S. government. But the text itself, or even excerpts, was never published, until now.)
Part I
The Field Trip West
Young Johnson Joins the Field Trip West
William Jason Tertullius Johnson, the elder son of Philadelphia shipbuilder Silas Johnson, entered Yale College in the fall of 1875. According to his headmaster at Exeter, Johnson was gifted, attractive, athletic and able.
But the headmaster added that Johnson was headstrong, indolent and badly spoilt, with a notable indifference to any motive save his own pleasures. Unless he finds a purpose to his life, he risks unseemly decline into indolence and vice.
Those words could have served as the description of a thousand young men in late nineteenth-century America, young men with intimidating, dynamic fathers, large quantities of money, and no particular way to pass the time.
William Johnson fulfilled his headmaster’s prediction during his first year at Yale. He was placed on probation in November for gambling, and again in February after an incident involving heavy drinking and the smashing of a New Haven merchant’s window. Silas Johnson paid the bill. Despite such reckless behavior, Johnson remained courtly and even shy with women of his own age, for he had yet to have any luck with them. For their part, they found reason to seek his attention, their formal upbringings notwithstanding. In all other respects, however, he remained unrepentant. Early that spring, on a sunny afternoon, Johnson wrecked his roommate’s yacht, running it aground on Long Island Sound. The boat sank within minutes; Johnson was rescued by a passing trawler; asked what happened, he admitted to the incredulous fishermen that he did not know how to sail because it would be so utterly tedious to learn. And anyway, it looks simple enough.
Confronted by his roommate, Johnson admitted he had not asked permission to use the yacht because it was such bother to find you.
Faced with the bill for the lost yacht, Johnson’s father complained to his friends that the cost of educating a young gentleman at Yale these days is ruinously expensive.
His father was the serious son of a Scottish immigrant, and took some pains to conceal the excesses of his offspring; in his letters, he repeatedly urged William to find a purpose in life. But William seemed content with his spoiled frivolity, and when he announced his intention to spend the coming summer in Europe, the prospect,
said his father, fills me with direst fiscal dread.
Thus his family was surprised when William Johnson abruptly decided to go west during the summer of 1876. Johnson never publically explained why he had changed his mind. But those close to him at Yale knew the reason. He had decided to go west because of a bet.
In his own words, from the journal he scrupulously kept:
Every young man probably has an arch-rival at some point in his life, and in my first year at Yale, I had mine. Harold Hannibal Marlin was my own age, eighteen. He was handsome, athletic, well-spoken, soaking rich, and he was from New York, which he considered superior to Philadelphia in every respect. I found him insufferable. The sentiment was returned in kind.
Marlin and I competed in every arena—in the classroom, on the playing-field, in the undergraduate pranks of the night. Nothing would exist but that we would compete over it. We argued incessantly, always taking the opposing view from the other.
One night at dinner he said that the future of America lay in the developing West. I said it didn’t, that the future of our great nation could hardly rest on a vast desert populated by savage aboriginal tribes.
He replied I didn’t know what I was talking about, because I hadn’t been there. This was a sore point—Marlin had actually been to the West, at least as far as Kansas City, where his brother lived, and he never failed to express his superiority in this matter of travel.
I had never succeeded in neutralizing it.
Going west is no shakes. Any fool can go,
I said.
But all fools haven’t gone—at least you haven’t.
I’ve never had the least desire to go,
I said.
I’ll tell you what I think,
Hannibal Marlin replied, checking to see that the others were listening. I think you’re afraid.
That’s absurd.
Oh yes. A nice trip to Europe’s more your way of things.
Europe? Europe is for old people and dusty scholars.
Mark my word, you’ll tour Europe this summer, perhaps with a parasol.
And if I do go, that doesn’t mean—
Ah hah! You see?
Marlin turned to address the assembled table. Afraid. Afraid.
He smiled in a knowing, patronizing way that made me hate him and left me no choice.
As a matter of fact,
I said coolly, I am already determined on a trip in the West this summer.
That caught him by surprise; the smug smile froze on his face. Oh?
Yes,
I said. I am going with Professor Marsh. He takes a group of students with him each summer.
There had been an advertisement in the paper the previous week; I vaguely remembered it.
What? Fat old Marsh? The bone professor?
That’s right.
You’re going with Marsh? Accommodations for his group are Spartan, and they say he works the boys unmercifully. It doesn’t seem your line of things at all.
His eyes narrowed. When do you leave?
He hasn’t told us the date yet.
Marlin smiled. You’ve never laid eyes on Professor Marsh, and you’ll never go with him.
I will.
You won’t.
I tell you, it’s already decided.
Marlin sighed in his patronizing way. I have a thousand dollars that says you will not go.
Marlin had been losing the attention of the table, but he got it back with that one. A thousand dollars was a great deal of money in 1876, even from one rich boy to another.
A thousand dollars says you won’t go west with Marsh this summer,
Marlin repeated.
You, sir, have made a wager,
I replied. And in that moment I realized that, through no fault of my own, I would now spend the entire summer in some ghastly hot desert in the company of a known lunatic, digging up old bones.
Marsh
Professor Marsh kept offices in the Peabody Museum on the Yale campus. A heavy green door with large white lettering read Prof. O. C. Marsh. Visitors by written appointment only.
Johnson knocked. There was no reply, so he knocked again.
Go away.
Johnson knocked a third time.
A small panel opened in the center of the door, and an eye squinted out. What is it?
I want to see Professor Marsh.
But does he want to see you?
demanded the eye. I doubt it.
I am replying to his notice.
Johnson held up the newspaper advertisement from the week before.
Sorry. Too late. Positions all filled.
The door panel snapped shut.
Johnson was not accustomed to being denied anything, particularly a silly trip he did not want in the first place. Angrily, he kicked the door. He stared at the buggy traffic on Whitney Avenue. But with his pride, and a thousand dollars, hanging in the balance, he got control of himself, and knocked politely once more. I’m sorry, Professor Marsh, but I really must go west with you.
Young man, the only place you must go is away. Go away.
Please, Professor Marsh. Please let me join your expedition.
The thought of his humiliation before Marlin was awful to Johnson. His voice choked; his eyes watered. Please hear me out, sir. I’ll do whatever you say, I’ll even provide my own equipment.
The panel snapped open again. Young man, everyone provides their own equipment, and everyone does whatever I say, except you. You are presenting an unmanly spectacle.
The eye peered out. Now go away.
Please, sir, you have to take me.
If you wanted to come you should have answered the advertisement last week. Everyone else did. We had thirty candidates to choose from last week. Now we have selected everyone except— You’re not, by any chance, a photographer?
Johnson saw his chance and leapt at it. A photographer? Yes, sir, I am! I am indeed.
Well! You should have said so at once. Come in.
The door swung open wide, and Johnson had his first full look at the heavy, powerful, solemn figure of Othniel C. Marsh, Yale’s first professor of paleontology. Of medium height, he appeared to enjoy a fleshy, robust health.
Marsh led him back into the interior of the museum. The air was chalky and shafts of sunlight pierced it like a cathedral. In a vast cavernous space, Johnson saw men in white lab coats bent over great slabs of rock, chipping bones free with small chisels. They worked carefully, he saw, and used small brushes to clean their work. In the far corner, a gigantic skeleton was being assembled, the framework of bones rising to the ceiling.
"Giganthopus marshiensis, my crowning achievement, Marsh said, nodding toward the looming beast of bones.
To date, that is. Discovered her in ’74, in the Wyoming Territory. I always think of her as her. What is your name?"
William Johnson, sir.
What does your father do?
My father is in shipping, sir.
Chalky dust hung in the air; Johnson coughed.
Marsh looked suspicious. Are you unwell, Johnson?
No, sir, perfectly well.
I cannot abide sickness around me.
My health is excellent, sir.
Marsh appeared unconvinced. How old are you, Johnson?
Eighteen, sir.
And how long have you been a photographer?
A photographer? Oh, uh—from my youth, sir. My, uh—my father took pictures and I learned from him, sir.
You have your own equipment?
Yes—uh, no, sir—but I can obtain it. From my father, sir.
You are nervous, Johnson. Why is that?
I’m just eager to go with you, sir.
Are you.
Marsh stared at him, as if Johnson were a curious anatomical specimen himself.
Uneasy under that stare, Johnson attempted a compliment. I’ve heard so many exciting things about you, sir.
Indeed? What have you heard?
Johnson hesitated. In truth, he had heard only that Marsh was an obsessive, driven man who owed his college position to his monomaniacal interest in fossil bones, and to his uncle, the famous philanthropist George Peabody, who had provided the funding for the Peabody Museum, for Marsh’s professorship, and for Marsh’s annual field trips to the West.
Only that students have found it a privilege and an adventure to accompany you, sir.
Marsh was silent for a moment. Finally, he said, I dislike compliments and idle flattery. I don’t like to be called ‘sir.’ You may refer to me as ‘Professor.’ As for privilege and adventure, I offer damned hard work and plenty of it. But I’ll say this: all my students have come back alive and well. Now then—why do you want to go so much?
Personal reasons, si— Professor.
All reasons are personal reasons, Johnson. I’m asking yours.
Well, Professor, I am interested in the study of fossils.
You are interested? You say you are interested? Young man, these fossils
—his hand swept wide, gesturing to the room—these fossils do not invite interest. They invite passionate commitment, they invite religious fervor and scientific speculation, they invite heated discourse and argument, but they do not thrive on mere interest. No, no. I am sorry. No, no, indeed.
Johnson feared he had lost his opportunity with his chance remark, but in another swift change, Marsh smiled and said, Never mind, I need a photographer and you are welcome to come.
He extended his hand, and Johnson shook it. Where are you from, Johnson?
Philadelphia.
The name had an extraordinary effect on Marsh. He dropped Johnson’s hand, and took a step back. Philadelphia! You—you—you are from Philadelphia?
Yes, sir, is there something wrong with Philadelphia?
Don’t call me ‘sir’! And your father is in shipping?
Yes, he is.
Marsh’s face turned purple; his body shook with rage. And I suppose you are a Quaker, too? Hmmm? A Quaker from Philadelphia?
No, Methodist, actually.
Isn’t that very close to Quaker?
I don’t think so.
But you live in the same city that he does.
That who does?
Marsh fell silent, frowning, staring at the floor, and then he made another of his abrupt turns, shifting his bulk. For a large man he was surprisingly agile and athletic.
Never mind,
he said, smiling once again. I’ve no quarrel with any resident of the City of Brotherly Love, whatever they may say. And yet I imagine you are wondering where my expedition is going this summer, to look for fossils?
The question had never crossed Johnson’s mind, but to show proper interest, he replied, I am a bit curious, yes.
I imagine you are. Yes. I imagine you are. Well, it is a secret,
Marsh said, leaning close to Johnson’s face and hissing the words. Do you understand me? A secret. And it will remain a secret, known only to me, until we are on the train headed west. Is that completely understood?
Johnson backed away under the vehemence of the words. Yes, Professor.
Good. If your family desires to know your destination, tell them Colorado. It isn’t true, for we won’t go to Colorado this year, but that doesn’t matter because you’ll be out of touch anyway, and Colorado is a delightful place not to be. Understood?
Yes, Professor.
Good. Now then, we depart June 14, from Grand Central Depot in New York. Returning no later than September 1 to the same station. See the museum secretary tomorrow and he will give you a list of provisions you are to provide—in addition, in your case, to your photographic equipment. You will allow supplies sufficient for a hundred photographs. Any questions?
No, sir. No, Professor.
Then I will see you at the platform on June 14, Mr. Johnson.
They shook hands briefly. Marsh’s hand was damp and cold.
Thank you, Professor.
Johnson turned and headed toward the door.
Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you are going?
To leave.
By yourself?
I can find my way—
No one, Johnson, is permitted unescorted movement through this office. I am not a fool, I know there are spies eager to look at the latest drafts of my papers, or the latest bones to emerge from the rock. My assistant Mr. Gall will see you out.
At the mention of his name, a thin, pinched man in a lab coat put down his chisel and walked with Johnson to the door.
Is he always like this?
Johnson whispered.
Lovely weather,
Gall said, and smiled. Good day to you, sir.
And William Johnson was back out on the street.
Learning Photography
Johnson wanted nothing more than to escape the terms of his wager and this impending expedition. Marsh was obviously a lunatic of the first order, and conceivably dangerous as well. He fixed on having another meal with Marlin, and somehow extricating himself from the bet.
Yet that evening, to his horror, he learned that the wager had become notorious. It was now known broadly throughout the College, and all during dinner people came to his table to talk about it, to make some small comment or joke. Backing out now was inconceivable.
He realized then he was doomed.
The following day he went to the shop of Mr. Carlton Lewis, a local photographer, who offered twenty lessons in his craft for the outrageous sum of fifty dollars. Mr. Lewis was amused with this new pupil; photography was not a rich man’s pursuit, but rather a shifty business for people who lacked the capital to embark on a more prestigious livelihood. Even Mathew Brady, the most famous photographer of his day, the chronicler of the Civil War, the man who photographed statesmen and presidents, had never been treated as anything but a servant by the eminent subjects who sat for him.
But Johnson was adamant, and over a period of weeks he learned the skills behind this method of recording, introduced from France forty years earlier by the telegrapher Samuel Morse.
The process then in vogue was the wet plate
photographic technique; in a darkened room or tent, fresh chemicals were mixed on the spot, and sheets of glass coated with a sticky, light-sensitive emulsion. The newly made wet plates were then rushed to the camera and exposed to the scene while still wet. Considerable skill was required to prepare an evenly coated plate, and then to expose it before the plate dried; later development was easy by comparison.
Johnson learned with difficulty. He could not carry out the steps fast enough, with the easy rhythms of his teacher; his early emulsions were too thick or too thin, too wet or too dry; his plates had bubbles and dripped densities that made his pictures amateurish. He hated the confined tent, the darkness, and the smelly chemicals that irritated his eyes, stained his fingers, and burned his clothes. Most of all he hated the fact that he couldn’t master the craft easily. And he hated Mr. Lewis, who tended to philosophize.
You expect everything to be easy because you are rich,
Lewis would chuckle, watching him fumble and swear. But the plate doesn’t care how rich you are. The chemicals don’t care how rich you are. The lens doesn’t care how rich you are. You must first learn patience, if you wish to learn anything at all.
Damn you,
Johnson would say, irritated. The man was nothing but an uneducated shopkeeper putting on airs.
I am not the problem,
Lewis would reply, taking no offense. You are the problem. Now come: try again.
Johnson ground his teeth and swore under his breath.
But as the weeks passed, he did improve. By late April his plates were uniform in density, and he was working swiftly enough to make good exposures. His plates were crisp and sharp, and he was pleased as he showed them to