isation in its first tottering steps, 

 but how different are the homes 

 of those who live with nature, of 

 the Indian, the frontiersman and 

 the scout of the life in the open 

 that for another month I was going 

 to lead. The blood jumped through 

 my veins at the thought. No mat- 

 ter if the wind does blow, no matter 

 if the street is a foot thick in slimy 

 mud and the sleet beating down 

 mercilessly; it is simply nature in a 

 wild mood I have seen her in 

 worse. It seems trying to one ac- 

 customed to the pampering com- 

 forts of man's ingenuity, but soon 

 I shall throw off that yoke and walk 

 as a little sister with this big brother, 

 earth. 



We had given ourselves very little 

 time to visit the Canon and when 

 we were informed that the stage 

 would not run to the Canon that day, 

 the prospect of spending a third of 

 the precious time in the Palace 

 Hotel at Flagstaff met with scant 

 favour. 



"It is cold as liquid air, none of 

 these dainty sons of the soil want to 

 take their horses out," said Nimrod 



