out regret, I confess) and cautiously 
tried to acquire a new vocabulary and 
some new ideas. 
Of course, plenty of women have 
handled guns and have gone to the 
Rocky Mountains on hunting trips— 
but they were not among my friends. 
However, my imagination was good, 
and the outfit I got together for my 
first trip appalled that good man, my 
husband, while the number of things I 
had to learn appalled me. 
In fact, the first four months spent 
‘Out West’ were taken up in learning 
how to ride, how to dress for it, how to 
shoot, and how to philosophise, each of 
which lessons is a story in itself. But 
briefly, in order to come to this story, 
I must have a side talk with the 
Woman-who-goes-hunting-with-her-hus- 
band. Those not interested please omit 
the next chapter. 
LE 
Ses 
fh 
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