Eiseley is I think my favourite science writer of all time. He gives such context to science, such human meaning, and he writes as if scientists were routinely artists as well. (If only!) He is what I aspire to be as a science writer, and I want to go shoving his books into other people's hands and say "You've got to read this!" on a frighteningly frequent basis.

This book doesn't quite match up to The Immense Journey for me, but it's still got several fantastic pieces: the dog with the fossil bone, the play-fight over a bone with a fox cub, the encounter with a woman who had traces of Neanderthal in her features...

This is one of those books I'll keep and read over and over again. Highly recommended.