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Mr. Baker gave us a beautiful and elegantly fur- 

 nished little cottage — his own. We dined in the 

 rough board shack where the workmen and officers 

 took their meals. There was a bright and hand- 

 some young lady sitting next to me at table — was 

 raised in Dr. Hoge's church in Richmond. Won- 

 dering much how the young lady could have found 

 her way from Richmond to Seattle, and then up the 

 Snoqualmie Canon, I made free to inquire. "I am 

 electrician to the Snoqualmie Power Company," 

 she answered, modestly. Her name? — bless me, I 

 never thought to ask her. Pluck and talent are not 

 all north of the Potomac. Here is a Richmond girl 

 proving clear out here that "Old Virginia never 

 tires." 



I wanted to get a picture of the snow-capped 

 "Mount Si" (I wonder if that is not short for 

 Mount Zion), and walked down the railroad track 

 two or three miles with my picture outfit strapped 

 on my back. Coming upon a party of ladies who 

 appeared to be entomologizing, I thought to amuse 

 them by asking if I could sell them some "needles, 

 pins, hooks and eyes, real lace, shoe-ties, chewing- 

 gum, curling-irons, bear grease for the hair, jockey- 

 club, Brandreth's pills, sewing silk — " "No," said 

 one, glancing at my pack, "we do not wish to buy 

 anything," and they went on chattering about some 

 unfortunate bug that had arrested their attention. 

 I sighed to think how much fun I have wasted dur- 

 ing a long life upon an unappreciative world. 



