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set the tripod and kodak down, and on each 

 occasion I talked freely with her, and she seemed 

 to understand and to be much interested. 



Shortly after noon, when I was taking a pic- 

 ture, Midget managed to get her nose into my 

 mammoth outside coat-pocket. There she found 

 something to her liking. It was my habit to eat 

 lightly when rambling about the mountains, often 

 eating only once a day, and occasionally going 

 two or three days without food. I had a few 

 friends who were concerned about me, and who 

 were afraid I might some time starve to death. 

 So, partly as a joke and partly in earnest, they 

 would mail me a package of something to eat, 

 whenever they knew at what post-office I was 

 likely to turn up. At Alma, the morning I hired 

 Midget, the prize package which I drew from the 

 post-office contained salted peanuts. I did not 

 care for them, but put them into my pocket. It 

 was past noon and Midget was hungry. I was 

 chattering away to her about picture-taking when, 

 feeling her rubbing me with her nose, I put my 

 hand around to find that she was eating salted 

 peanuts from my big coat-pocket. Midget enjoyed 



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