as having any charity for the ignoramus 

 who would wear that combination, but 

 I wish to record the fact that there are 

 times, under the spell of the West, when 

 I simply do not care whether there are 

 such things as gold beads and crape; 

 when the whole business of city life, the 

 music, arts, drama, the pleasant friends, 

 equally with the platitudes of things and 

 people you care not about civiliza- 

 tion, in a word when all these fade 

 away from my thoughts as far as geo- 

 graphically they are, and in their place 

 comes the joy of being at least a healthy, 

 if not an intelligent, animal. It is a plea- 

 sure to eat when the time comes around, 

 a good old-fashioned pleasure, and you 

 need no dainty serving to tempt you. It 

 is another pleasure to use your muscles, 

 to buffet with the elements, to endure 

 long hours of riding, to run where walk- 



