"I had come up from the lower hills all one day," said the Mastodon.
All the Indians in the group that had gathered about the Mastodon, nodded at this.
The Mastodon rocked to and fro on his huge feet, embarrassedly.
Its staff was mastodon ivory, the paleontologists had determined.
No mastodon steak for them, Dolly; no nice wing-bone of ictiosaurus—they starved.