The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-05-26
DIGEST OF THE MAGAZINES

From the Philadelphia Evening Ledger. "HERE are many grades of ad-
 venture. from the Arctic ex-
 \ plorer plodding through un- charted snows. down the line through milder forms of sport to the slum- ming party touring Chinatown. or the grass widow looking for plunder. They are all adventurers from various points of view.
 The real adventure of the wilder ness was for a long time rather mo- nopolized by the males, along with most of the other diversions of life. but, as all the world knows, this Is changing rapidly. Among the adven- ture stories in this months magazines are two. by women, told In the first person. tingling with the joys and the hardships of nature and the forest pri- meval Mary J. Lobe who bears the formidable letters F. R. c. S. after her rame describes trip through the Canadian Rockies in Harper's CD. h. odentally she analyzes in her flrst ra aragraph, rather interestingly. the urge and enthusiasm which carry these climbers through extreme hardships with undaunted eagerness.
 It began at Winnipeg in June. %Why shouldn't we go in and have HOOK at that big mountain" Miss Sprin- gate and I asked each other. She, hardy Englishwoman. was keen for roughing it; I was at home on the trall It was inevitable that our trip should rnaterialize into something worth while
 "There's fine new country beyond the Smoky the Alpine club, mountain eers had said. They had glimpsed it from the peaks of the Robinson coun- try. obviouA, here was chance for personal achievement, not merely achievement for public appreciation Int achievement for our own pure de- light Here was chance to see what on the government maps was only solitary white spot. Who knew. save solitary Indian or two. what was hid . den in the recesses of those dense foresN and forbidding ranges? On our longest day out. we had been on the trail 10 hours and had travelled 20 miles. we had made ascent of 5000 feet and descent of 40oo. It was the only day we had stopped to make tea and have some substantial food on the trail. Heretofore few raisins. little sweet chocolate and cracker or two had kept us going from s:30 breakfast un- t.! a 2:3o D. m. camp. That night our campground was so steep that 1, oiled out of my tent
 On the home trail could scarcely drae one foot after the other. The unvaried diet of unsalted caribou was pallins upon me. I-was growing desperately weak.
 would have given my birthright Tor pinch of salt Troubled lest darkness overtake. marched ahead. putting all my strength in this final spurt-the last l two hours back to camp from a 10-day climb. It was not enough My water filled boots retarded me at every step fell in my tracks when we stopped to rest. Presently 1 was stumbling and fall ling just because my feet would not CO ordinate
 Our entrance into camp that night wal one of the intensest moments of my life Safe. dry-clad and satisfied in the shelter
 of the base camp, now realised for tho first time that we had taken long chances but we had explored "Kitchi.' the bis mountain.
 Another woman. Fillmore Rupert Stew art. gives a naively feminine description of her experiences on Montana elk hunt
 She is a western rancher's wife, and ac companied her husband and a neighbor'' family on long overland trip. whicf she is describing In the Atlantic Monthly Such way as we came over. Suci jclting and sliding. had no idea
 wagon could be got across such places
 kept shutting my eyes trying not to SCI
 the terrifying places (there was no road
 and opening them again to see the beaut,
 spread everywhere, until Mir. Stewar
 said: Tt must make you nervous to rid
 over mountain roads. Don't bat your eye lso fast and you'll see more"
 So then I stiffened my back and kep my eyes open. and I did see more.
 Then came long, hard climb. At las we reached the top and sat dowa on som ltou'ders. was plumb out of 5reati lbut men who are most gallAnt slsswher Z are absolutely heartlsss on hunt. I wa