New-York tribune., 1922-08-27

line OF bone halrp1ns, the KIND that
sells for 10 cents half dozen, marks
the first trail across the Andes Noun
tains ever attempted by white woman.
Miss Katherine MacGregor, of Wau-
paca, Wis, near Oshkosh, lost them
from her. bobbed hair every time her
mule slipped on the narrow but not
SO straight paths along the sides of
steep precipices.
Miss MacGregor does not look like an
intrepid explorer. She is below middle
height, of pleasing slimness, with blonde
hair that curls at the rear. Her age,
at rough estimate, is somewhere be-
tween twenty-five and forty, for she said
was older than she looked. She is rest
ing at 226 Fifth Avenue at present,
the home of friends whom she met
while student at Columbia during the
war.
Thirsted for Adventure
There was no reason in the world,
as she sees it, why she should
take to exploring the mountain and
jungles Of South America. Her father,
Malcolm MacGregor, is of Scotch :
Quaker descent. She, until seven
months ago, was assistant to the gem
eral manager in New York untilities
office. The only travelling she had
done previously had been limited to
Pullmans and coaches.
II guess it was because wished to
write stories eof adventure mostly" is
the best explanation she can give Of
the impulse that dared her to face dis
ease, kidnapping, lands1ides, tigers and
snakes. Even the American Consul in
Peru refused to have anything more to
do with her when she told him of the
trail she intended to follow. AS for her
father, he kissed her goodby once
and for oil when she had fully deter
mined to start on her trip.
Indians Such Flirts!
Her adventures are of the sort that
fill film audiences with righteous unbe-
lief when they see them unroll in
silver sheet serial, the. kind where the
fair heroine barely escapes death or
worse fate at the hands Of painted
savages.,
1T was only after reached Iquitos,
that heard from two Englishmen in
another exploring party what | had
missed" Miss MacGregor recounted.
"The two men had been held by Cam
pas Indian chiefs, who had been told
by their intertribal runners that a
white woman was passing in party
The chieftains have great fondness
for white women, and almost invariably
succeedsin KIDNAPPING them. 1t was only
after much torture that the English
men finally convinced the chief that
was not in their party. passed two or
three days sooner than was exected
thewonly reason why they didn't get
me-"
Meets Up With Tigress
Once or twice, or perhaps, a few
frightened. On one occasion, had it not
been for some fallen trees, she might
have dropped to dusty death along
the mountain side.
1t was Just after alandslide, a and
the patk-it couldn't have been even a
foot wide--was slippery" she said
THE four pack mules marched on
ahead, but n, mule lost it's footing in
the debris and plunged right down the
side, An uprooted tree saved us. I
Climbed up again while the mule was.
hoisted up with a rope. I guess must
have been pretty scared that time"
Another incident that took Miss Mac
Gregor's breath away slightly was an
encounter with a tigress. She hap
pened upon domestic feline tragedy.
q dead tiger beside two tiger culs.
Supposings the wounded animal to be
the fcL.sle, she sat down to pat one
OF the motherless cubs. Then out from
the underbrush stalked the indignant
parent.
The Hotels! My Word!
There was barely time to grab her
gun. When the tigress was about
fifteen feet away, the girl fred she
thinks at the head, but is not sure. Any
way, the animal died. The cubs were
taken on trans-continental tour with
the party, but they were abandoned
when they clawed and spat too in
sisteHtiy to be cute.
Hotel accommodations were poor, as