We saw no mountain sheep, but oh, 

 the joy of our camp fire that night! 

 For we got back in due time all right 



— Nimrod and the gods know how. 

 To feel the cheery dancing warmth 

 from the pine needles driving away 

 cold and misery was pure bliss. One 

 thing is certain about roughing it for 

 a woman: — there is no compromise. 

 She either sits in the lap of happiness 

 or of misery. The two are side by side, 

 and toss her about a dozen times a day 



— but happiness never lets her go for 

 long. 





/t 



