I. 



IHEORETICALLY, I 



have always agreed with 

 the Quaker wife who re- 

 formed her husband 

 "Whither thou goest, 

 I go also, Dicky dear." 

 What thou doest, I do also, Dicky 

 dear." So when, the year after our 

 marriage, Nimrod announced that the 

 mountain madness was again working 

 in his blood, and that he must go West 

 and take up the trail for his holiday, I 

 tucked my summer-watering-place-and- 

 Europe-flying-trip mind away (not with- 



