I find that fieldwork in almost any locale quickly settles down into a
daily routine. The work itself is often repetitive, even though the scientific
results can vary dramatically from day to day. Our days in the bottom
of the ravine by the Yellow River consist mostly of reducing large blocks
of fossil-bearing rock to smaller ones, a process that is randomly punctuated
by Wen’s standard victory call—“You yige ya-chuang! You yige
ya-chuang!” (I’ve got a jaw!)—whenever he finds something he thinks
is interesting. Wen himself is particularly fond of large fossils, possibly
because of his culture’s long-standing fascination with “dragon bones.”
Usually, I know that Wen’s most agitated cries mean that he has stumbled
across the limb bones or jaws of the hippolike animal known as Anthracokeryx,
the most common large mammal found at this locality. But
Wen appreciates that the rest of us become more excited by relatively
complete specimens of smaller mammals.
Today, Wen is in particularly fine form, whacking away at the freshwater
limestone with gusto. It is May 21, 1995, and Wen knows that the
field season is scheduled to end within the week, so that our team can
return to Beijing in time to plan the logistics of future research before
the American members have to catch their return flights home. The end
of the field season means big changes in all of our daily lives. Most of us
will return to our academic lifestyles, writing grant proposals and technical
articles, preparing lectures, and attending administrative meetings.
Wen will go back to being a farmer in the village of Zhaili. Maybe it’s
the thought of the upcoming changes that spurs Wen onward. In any case,
he seems determined to find something important today. Looking back
on it now, I doubt that Wen could possibly have dreamed of making such
a momentous discovery as he hoisted his pick once more.
I can still hear the distinct thump of Wen’s rock pick striking that fateful
blow. Immediately, Wen’s excited chatter makes me drop whatever
I’m working on to see what all the fuss is about. Wen shouts: “Yige xiao
ya-chuang, heng piao-liang! Ni kan-kan!” (A small jaw—very beautiful.
You must see it for yourself!). As soon as I see what Wen’s hefty pick has
revealed, my heart begins to race. A large block of freshwater limestone
daily routine. The work itself is often repetitive, even though the scientific
results can vary dramatically from day to day. Our days in the bottom
of the ravine by the Yellow River consist mostly of reducing large blocks
of fossil-bearing rock to smaller ones, a process that is randomly punctuated
by Wen’s standard victory call—“You yige ya-chuang! You yige
ya-chuang!” (I’ve got a jaw!)—whenever he finds something he thinks
is interesting. Wen himself is particularly fond of large fossils, possibly
because of his culture’s long-standing fascination with “dragon bones.”
Usually, I know that Wen’s most agitated cries mean that he has stumbled
across the limb bones or jaws of the hippolike animal known as Anthracokeryx,
the most common large mammal found at this locality. But
Wen appreciates that the rest of us become more excited by relatively
complete specimens of smaller mammals.
Today, Wen is in particularly fine form, whacking away at the freshwater
limestone with gusto. It is May 21, 1995, and Wen knows that the
field season is scheduled to end within the week, so that our team can
return to Beijing in time to plan the logistics of future research before
the American members have to catch their return flights home. The end
of the field season means big changes in all of our daily lives. Most of us
will return to our academic lifestyles, writing grant proposals and technical
articles, preparing lectures, and attending administrative meetings.
Wen will go back to being a farmer in the village of Zhaili. Maybe it’s
the thought of the upcoming changes that spurs Wen onward. In any case,
he seems determined to find something important today. Looking back
on it now, I doubt that Wen could possibly have dreamed of making such
a momentous discovery as he hoisted his pick once more.
I can still hear the distinct thump of Wen’s rock pick striking that fateful
blow. Immediately, Wen’s excited chatter makes me drop whatever
I’m working on to see what all the fuss is about. Wen shouts: “Yige xiao
ya-chuang, heng piao-liang! Ni kan-kan!” (A small jaw—very beautiful.
You must see it for yourself!). As soon as I see what Wen’s hefty pick has
revealed, my heart begins to race. A large block of freshwater limestone
Figure 2. The author and Wen Chaohua at Locality 1 in the
Yuanqu Basin of central China, where Mr. Wen discovered
the complete lower dentition of Eosimias centennicus in
1995.
Yuanqu Basin of central China, where Mr. Wen discovered
the complete lower dentition of Eosimias centennicus in
1995.