Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-07-22
ELLEN OSBORN'S LETTER
MISS OSBORN TELLS OUR WOMEN READERS WHAT TO WEAR THE
TWO WEEKS THEY LIVE AS MERRY MOUNTAIN MAIDS.

Past the Devils Pulpit, a mass of crags
damp with fern and ivy, past Bishop Pot
ters summer palace in interesting prox-
unity, past woocs and islands move the
boats, and now one is beached at the
opening of the Whiteface trail. There
and a guide, a young man in summer
tweeds, and two girls in short skirts very
different from the blu silk lady's.
The taller and slighter is wearing the
real old-fa shioned blue serge, her skirt
plainly made with a finish of machine
stitching at the bottom, her coat having
cherry-colored pique revers spotted with
white. and her blouse being in cherry
colored linen. Her soft lark blue felt
hat has no trimming but an eagles
quill.
! Picking raspberries at the waters edge.
she waits for her shorter and plumper
mate, who is gathering the weird white
stems of Indian pipe" from among the
pine needle. OF a soft gray wool is the
second climbing dress, showing as it
| catches on a bramble or the breeze takes
it "a hint of pale blue and white braid on
the reversible undeTside. The full blouse
of narrow, thread-like stripes of silky
looking pink and white bingham, is fas-
tened at the waist and throat by a stock
and wide, crush belt of soft bright red
silk, a scarf of the same color decking
the gray felt hat. Both girls wear broad
soled, flexible climbing shoes.
They'll do very well till they get to the
Slide" says the guide of a fishing party,
whose boat, with trolling spoons astern.
! drifts slowly by. He points as he speaks
to the white scar just below the summit
that marks the path of the landslide, up
the bare rock worn smooth by whose de-
| scent every ascent must be made.
I've krown a girl though he adds,
"to climb Whiteface twice in a day and
dance as lively as anybody in the even
ing. She was a oner, she was; started
at 4 o'clock in tbs morning, got down by
II. and started up again with another
party at half after. Five feet tall she
was and weighed "a pounds. Takes your
little ones to be lively"
There are girls who fish with some Sc
riousness. Over at Lake Meacham they
tell a tale of a girl who, with her father
and brother, fished the trout streams in
dustriously the last week in June and the
first in July, wading with her high rub
Der boots in the cold water the fish love.
wet at times almost to the waist, casting
love of dress, everything but love of fish
overheard. When her party left the
woods every male member of it Shout
dered a creel of trout weighing 40 pounds.
but at the midday halt it was found that
all the fish had soured.
But this is not the mountain maids Or
binary mode Of fishing. Lying in a boat
pulled by a guide who conscientiously
takes her where the fish are not, she trails
a trolling line IN luxurious ldlereSS, sun
ming herself and her fetching little frock
Of blu or white linen. / saw a girl fish
ing yesterday in a white pique dress
scattered with printed rosebuds; on her
head was a white lawn s%unbonnet tied
with ibbons of the color of the flowers
Wholly by accident, that same girl caught
a pickerel that weighed three pounds anc
eleven ounces; in the pride of her hear
she carried it by the ellis up from thu
boat landing, past the hotel veranda, wo'
) manned with its full crew of piazza
ladies, and arou to the kitchen.
The days are not yet come when the
mountain maid floats for deer. Beef
steak as venison out of season is eu.
enthusiastically called, is not plenty this
summer but in August, if the contents
Of various trunks are truth-tellers, some
very pretty shooting suits will see day
light. One that has been aired once OF
twice on woods expeditions has a skir'
} Of golf length o. green and brown plaids