Daily camera. [volume] (Boulder, Colo.) 1891-1928, 1901-02-15
DIANA AND THE SPIDER.
Mrs. Jacks Tals Of How She Net
Defeat on the Biz Muddy.

The Band, Gusset and Seam" II \
society recruited from an exclusive cir.
Gle of Mob Hills young matrons. T.
meets through the winter. with aggra-
waited activity during Lent, at houses
of the members; it's motto, First fan
nels to the indigent;" its symbol, IL
thimblc or, crossed by a pair of scis-
sors argent, on a background of fan
lei gulcs, surmounted by spool of
thread couchant.
The demure maid who serves bouillon,
tea and chocolate to the society's fair
Decreases, hears tales from every quar-
ter of the globe, of life in the summer
colonies along the New England coast.
of yachting cruises through Norwegian
tiords in the yellow wake of .the mid
night sun, of walking tours in the
Landcs, and camping trips in the north
woods. She knows her planet better
than many whose orbits are less circun,-
scribed, and can safely be relied upon
for information regarding elk in Ore
eon or salmon in the Columbia, the
proper time to hunt the grizzly in AS
s,niboia. and the relative merits of the
Andalusian donkey and his twin broth
CT, the Rocky mountain burro.
After serving the Bradamante of the
society with n cup of tea and a caviare
sandwich, she rctires to u dusky cor
ncr of the room, rctills the lamps under
the brazcn kettle, and rcarraDges the
Dresden cups and sauccrs and the
jcwel-mountcd spoons upon the teak
wood table.
When the fuffy-haired Mrs. JacR.
the socictys president and the hostess
of the occasion, begins her story, there
is lull in the talk, which the wind fills
in with a ncatly-cxccutcd arpcggio.
Mrs. Jacks mouth droops in wistful
curves, and beside her eyes an infants
would seem sophisticated.
Jack says | must go with him TO
Africa. but shall never dare to look a
tiger in the face. after my experience
on the Big Muddy"
Mrs. Jacks adventures have familiar
led the society with Tin Cup. Big Bug.
Rumble Bee and Medicine Hat. But
the Big Muddy offers delightful fields
for speculation, for il has not yet found
4 place on any map and its only high
roads are the haf-oblitcrated trails left
by the ties when they unwillingly de-
;,artcd for new hunting-grounds.
"You remember the big horn | shot
after Jack and the guides had tracked
him for ten days over the Rattlesnake
range in Wyoming" Mrs. Jack contin-
ues, plaintively.
The society remembers the big horn.
as well "a the giant shark in the McXi-
can gulf: the mountain lion and the
cinnamon bear with amber eyes picked
off by Mrs. Jacks rifle in the San Fran
cisquito mountains. The idea of her
not daring to look Il tiger in the face
under any circumstances taxes the
crcdulity of the society. Has she ever
known fear. ever quailcd before beast,
bird or fish-this modern Artcmis?
When she accompanies her husband
on his hunting expeditions she wears
til woods autumn liyery-leaf-brown
AID scarlct-an abbreviated skirt and
lcgginGs of brown corduroy, Il scarlet
leather shirt with elks' teeth for but
tons, n hat fcstooned with trout and
salmon flies and shining leaders. y car
fridge belt girilles her slender waist,
with its depending revolver and hunt
ing knife.
1t is remarkable that Mrs. Jack has
escaped the cinnamon bears embrace,
and Rruin might well be pardoncd such
an indiscretion.
Jack has always said that my phys
zeal courage first attracted him. But
| had never confessed to him that there
was one big test to which | should be
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