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. 
Gs 
> 
“corona Z>20 
