I seized a tin plate and went to the chief's daughter--and I
said to her in a silvery voice--in a kind of German-silvery
voice--I said--

"Sweet child of the forest, the pale-face wants his dog."

There was nothing but his paws! I had paused too long!
Which reminds me that time passes. A way which time has.

I was told in my youth to seize opportunity. I once tried
to seize one. He was rich. He had diamonds on. As I seized
him--he knocked me down. Since then I have learned that he
who seizes opportunity sees the penitentiary.

(Picture of) The Rocky Mountains.

I take it for granted you have heard of these popular
mountains. In America they are regarded as a great success,
and we all love dearly to talk about them. It is a kind of
weakness with us. I never knew but one American who hadn't
something--some time--to say about the Rocky Mountains--and
he was a deaf and dumb man, who couldn't say anything about
nothing.

But these mountains--whose summits are snow-covered and icy
all the year round--are too grand to make fun of. I crossed
them in the winter of '64--in a rough sleigh drawn by four
mules.

This sparkling waterfall is the Laughing-Water alluded to by