jl s life ik letter cure they kindly say that if the snow me here they also will remain they tell me that they were when i arrived as they thought that they could not make me comfortable and that i had never been used to do anything for myself and then we each other all round to morrow weather permitting i set off for a ride of miles and my next letter will be my last from the j thk letter a home � intense gold � a purple san � a grim jest � a perilous ride � frozen eyelids � long mount � the � hardships of life � a s the little � and jim s lower ton once again here in and society with harmonious voices about me and dear sweet loving children whose winning ways make this cabin a true english home england with all thy faults i love thee still i can truly say where er i whatever i see my heart fondly turns to thee if it a little in the islands it is true to the pole surely one advantage of travelling is that while it much prejudice against foreigners and their customs it one s appreciation of the good at home and above all of the and purity of english domestic life these reflections are forced upon me by the sweet child voices about me and by the exquisite consideration and tenderness which the a lady s life in xvi atmosphere some would call it the atmosphere of this house but with the bare hard life and the bare bleak mountains around who could find fault with even a atmosphere if it can such a flower of paradise as sacred human love the is eleven degrees below and i have to keep my ink on the stove to prevent it from the cold is intense � a clear brilliant cold so dry that even in my flannel riding dress i do not suffer from it i must now take up my narrative of the which have all the interest of to me we all got up before daybreak on tuesday and at seven i have not seen the dawn for some time with its fires deepening red and the snow peaks flushing one by one and it seemed a new miracle it was a west wind and we all thought it promised weu i took only two pounds of luggage some the mail bag and an additional blanket under my saddle i had not been up from the park at sunrise before and it was quite glorious the purple depths of m s from which at a height of feet you look down on the park feet below lying in a red haze with its needle shaped peaks framed by dark with pines � my glorious solitary unique mountain home i the purple sun rose in front had letter the rocky mountains i known what made it purple i should certainly have gone no farther then clouds the morning mist as i supposed lifted themselves up rose lighted showing the sun s as purple as one of the in a s window and having permitted this glimpse of their king came down again as a dense mist the wind round and the mist began to hard soon and myself were a mass of it was a true fog i galloped on hoping to get through it unable to see a yard before me but it and i was obliged to into a trot as i rode on about four miles from the cabin a human figure looking gigantic like the of the with long hair white as snow appeared close to me and at the same moment there was the flash of a pistol close to my ear and i recognised mountain jim frozen from head to foot looking a century old with his snowy hair it was ugly altogether certainly a s grim jest and it was best to accept it as such though i had just cause for displeasure he and dragged me off the pony � for my hands and feet were with cold � took the bridle and went off at a rapid stride so that i had to run to keep them in sight in the darkness for we were oflf the road in a thicket of looking like white branch coral i knew where then we came suddenly on his cabin and a lady s life in letter dear old white like all else and the insisted on my going in and he made a good fire and heated some coffee raging all the time he said everything against my going forward except that it was dangerous all he said came true and here i am safe your letters however everything but danger and i decided on going on when he said i ve seen many foolish people but never one so foolish as you � you haven t a grain of sense why i an old wouldn t go down to the plains to day i told him he could not though he would like it very much for that he had turned his horses loose on which he laughed heartily and more heartily still at the stories i told him of young so that i have still a doubt how much of the dark moods i have lately seen was assumed he took me back to the track and the interview which began with a pistol shot ended quite pleasantly it was an ride one not to be forgotten though there was no danger i could not recognise any every tree was and the fir tree of needles looked like white tlie snow lay a foot deep in the with its hard smooth surface marked by the feet of innumerable birds and beasts ice bridges had formed across all the streams and i crossed them without knowing when looked the rocky mountains 