46 OBSERVATIONS OF A RANCHWOMAN 



too fast. Now go slow.' We all know the 

 story of the impoverished sick woman for 

 whom the physician prescribed port-wine and 

 game ! 



Finally, there was recommended to me a 

 native who was represented as being trust- 

 worthy, hard-working, intelligent in brief, a 

 compendium of all the virtues. With heart 

 uplifted I hastened to interview him. This 

 was the result : He was entirely satisfied with 

 the wages offered, liked to work (O marvel !), 



wanted a permanent situation, but ' But 



what f I ejaculated, concealing an anxiety 

 not unnatural. Well, he had three horses ; 

 times were so bad that he could not sell 

 them, and dared not turn them out on the 

 range, for fear they should be stolen ; he had 

 to get a day-job whenever he could in order 

 to feed them and his family. Representation 

 and argument alike fell flat ; this man, who 

 was really in need of steady work and anxious 

 to do it, could not be brought to see that 

 good wages, although they might leave his 

 fifteen-dollar-ahead ponies idle, would feed 

 the family and the worthless beasts twice over 

 for what he could .earn by odd jobs. Before 



