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Selkirk Mountains, and under the shadow of 

 Mount Stevens, nestling in a bank of brilliant 

 flowers, I found a little hotel; not particularly 

 small as compared with other hotels, but very small 

 and puny compared to the surrounding mountains. 



The reader must bear in mind that the largest 

 hotel in New York City would be but 



AN INSIGNIFICANT OBJECT 



perched on the side of Mount Stevens and that 

 there are very many higher mountains than 

 Stevens. 



In front of each room, standing in the hallway 

 of the hotel were the black enameled trunks and 



TRAVEL WORN BATHTUBS 



of English tourists. 



Both trunks and tubs were plastered over with 

 carefully preserved pasters of hotels and trans- 

 portation companies until they looked like New 

 York bill poster boards. But the 



STRANGEST SIGHT TO AMERICAN EYES 



was that of the owners' names and ///// titles In 

 while letters five inches high painted on the funeral- 

 like trunks and globe trotting bathtubs. 



These strange contemporary ancestors of ours 

 advertised their comical titles as an American quack 

 does his patent medicine. 



