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night the party reached Boulder, and their com- 
bined explorations terminated. 
(pMHE next Wednesday a quiet little lady, in soft 
tS brown travelling suit, was seen seated in a 
train bound for California. No one of her 
travelling companions could have suspected that 
six days before she sat, gun in hand, on a rock 
hunting conies amid the snow-fields they could 
see glimmering in the distance. Yet such was 
the fact. 
When seen away from home and conversed 
with upon topics of general interest, one might 
have thought Mrs. Maxwell’s specialty, if she 
had one, was the growing of forests, the general 
development of the Territory which she had 
chosen as her home, or, perchance, the highest 
culture of humanity. Certainly only those who, 
like her, were interested in zoology or some of 
its kindred sciences, would have suspected her 
devotion to that study. 
The thread of life has many strands. No one 
is ever naturalist, artist, anything , alone. There 
are other sides, of even the character most 
absorbed by one idea, so striking, that being seen 
in other relations than those of its specialty, one 
almost forgets that it exists. Probably few per- 
sons ever gave themselves with more passionate 
