LETTER I. 3 



requires more to enliven it than even politics- 

 Eventually we agreed to a peace with honour, of 

 which the terms were, for me, a visit to all the 

 chief towns of Canada, including Victoria, in 

 British Columbia, and a week on Lakes George 

 and Champlain, America's great holiday resorts, 

 and a peep at Saratoga. After that I agreed to 

 sink into the squaw and camp out. You may 

 think I was mad to undertake so much. At any 

 rate, you will look on me as the pioneer of my 

 sex in this wild life. Not at all so, little woman. 

 Even I, in my limited knowledge of the great 

 world, have heard of one Englishwoman who has 

 followed the colonel, her husband, over Hima- 

 layan snows and through the deep jungles of the 

 Terai to see specimens of almost all the shyest 

 and fiercest of India's great beasts of forest and 

 mountain fall to his rifle, while another English 

 lady even now camps annually on the peaks of 

 frosty Caucasus. 



Up to the present, you will observe from the 

 post-mark, we have only got to Montreal, and have 

 hardly learned to walk with comfort on terra firma. 



It was the very end of August before I could 

 tear my lord and master (?) away from those dim 

 and cobwebbed chambers in which he and his 

 law-books dwell. 



We started at night, as people going on a long 



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