"And why not?"

"Simply 'cause I'm not as young as you are. Now that," and he pointed
to the sketch, "doesn't tell me much. I see some drawin's thar of a
gal on horseback, but they don't show me the gal herself. They don't
tell me anything about the sound of her voice, the look in her eyes,
nor the heavin' of her buzom. I can't see what her mind's like, nor
her heart, fer that matter. Them's the things ye can't draw, an'
them's the things by which I judge a gal."

"But good gracious! if you saw her only once you would know what she's
like; the most wonderful creature in the whole world. Heaven and earth
must have combined in bestowing upon her their choicest graces."

"When did ye see her like that?" and Samson again motioned to the
sketch.

"Yesterday; out in the hills."

"On horseback?"

"Yes, and face to face with a grizzly."

"A grizzly!"

"It certainly was, and a monster, too. My! you should have seen the
way she handled her horse when the brute was coming toward her. Some
day I am going to sketch her as she looked when the horse was rearing
backward. This drawing merely shows her in repose when last I saw her."