178 WITH GUN AND GUIDE 



It was a hot afternoon when our train pulled out of 

 the station in Philadelphia at 4 : 30 P. M., August 24th, 

 bound for our long, long journey to the far northwest. 

 The air in the sleeping car was heavy and stiflingly hot. 



The passengers soon divested themselves of their sur- 

 plus clothing, and substituted the lightest things they 

 had with them. " A lady faire," who enjoyed the 

 comforts of the drawing-room compartment all by 

 " her lonesome," set an example to the other ladies in 

 the car of how to make the best of a " hot situation." 



She entered the car with a rustle and swish of silken 

 garments, which in the privacy of the drawing-room 

 speedily gave way to gauze and muslins. Then she 

 opened the door looking into her little parlor, and we 

 all could see her stretched out upon the settee or 

 lounge, a picture of solid comfort. 



A mannish woman with a piercingly sharp voice 

 paid assiduous attention to an aged man presumably 

 her father. She talked much and "her speech was 

 like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all dis- 

 ordered." She sat with her father most of the after- 

 noon and the following forenoon in the men's smoking 

 compartment, and while he smoked long, black cigars 

 she puffed away at her favorite cigarettes, and that 

 sharp voice of hers effectually stilled most of the other 

 smokers' voices. 



An affectionate old couple sat opposite to us ; the 

 woman with silver hair, the husband with none of any 



