OBSERVATIONS OF A 

 RANCHWOMAN 



CHAPTER I. 



FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF THE HEALTH-SEEKER. 



THERE must always be a first day a first 

 strange, hideous day when, dumped down 

 upon a sand-bank to continue there the 

 tiresome struggle for life, the weary health- 

 seeker has to call once, twice nay, thrice 

 upon all the latent pluck there may be 

 in him in order to endure the dead and 

 utter blankness of his lot. Recollections of 

 that miserable hour, when too disheartened 

 to properly appreciate the uniqueness, the 

 indescribable picturesqueness, of my environ- 

 ment, still enable me to sympathize with the 

 - newly-arrived ergo, discouraged invalid. 



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