Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains

I sat down and knitted for some time - my usual resource under discouraging circumstances.

Yet, after all, they were not bad souls; and though he failed so grotesquely, he did his incompetent best.

In traveling, there is nothing like dissecting people's statements, which are usually colored by their estimate of the powers or likings of the person spoken to, making all reasonable inquiries, and then pertinaciously but quietly carrying out one's own plans.

I dreamt of bears so vividly that I woke with a furry death hug at my throat, but feeling quite refreshed.

For the benefit of other lady travelers, I wish to explain that my "Hawaiian riding dress" is the "American Lady's Mountain Dress," a half-fitting jacket, a skirt reaching to the ankles, and full Turkish trousers gathered into frills falling over the boots,—a thoroughly serviceable and feminine costume for mountaineering and other rough traveling, as in the Alps or any other part of the world. I. L. B. (Author's note to the second edition, November 27, 1879.) Once