carefully where they tread, and jump at the rustling of 

 every chipmunk that they hear, and the women — God 

 bless them — they hug the seclusion and safety of the 

 boarding-house or hotel porch and will not wander 

 "afield" for love or money. Who can blame them. 

 There are many more snakes up here just as deadly as the 

 one that killed Walter Clark, and since the date of our 

 mother Eve women have always dreaded snakes and ever 

 will until the end of time when all our fears will be 

 blotted out, masculine as well as feminine. 



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