hole in the canvas cover of the old emigrant wagon she used to see
the tired fathers and brothers, worn and footsore from their hard
day's tramp, some sleeping restlessly, and others guarding the cattle
or watching for Indians, who were always expected, and often came;
and the last thing at night, when her eyes were heavy with sleep, she
peered dreamily out into the darkness to see the hundreds of gleaming
camp-fires, which dotted the plain as far as the eye could reach.


You will have noticed that this first week of camp-life was a quiet
one, spent mostly by the young people in getting their open-air home
comfortably arranged, making conveniences of all kinds, becoming
acquainted with the canyon so far as they could, and riding once or
twice to neighbouring ranches for hay or provisions.

Dr. Winship believed in a good beginning; and, as this was not a
week's holiday, but a summer campaign, he wanted his young people to
get fully used to the situation before undertaking any of the
exciting excursions in prospect. So, before the week was over, they
began to enjoy sound, dreamless sleep on their hard straw beds, to
eat the plain fare with decided relish, to grow a little hardy and
brown, and quite strong and tough enough for a long tramp or
horseback ride.

After a religious devotion to cold cream for a few nights, Polly had
signified her terrible intention of 'letting her nose go.' 'I disown
it!' she cried, peeping in her tiny mirror, and lighting up her too
rosy tints with a tallow candle. 'Hideous objick, I defy thee! Spot
and speckle, yea, burn to a crisp, and shed thy skin afterwards! I
care not. Indeed, I shall be well rid of thee, thou--h'm--thou--