Ready to Move On

Evans offers me six dollars a week if I will stay into the winter and do the cooking after Mrs. Edwards leaves!  I think I should like playing at being a “hired girl” if it were not for the bread-making!  But it would suit me better to ride after cattle.  The men don’t like “baching,” as it is called in the wilds — i.e.  “doing for themselves.”  They washed and ironed their clothes yesterday, and there was an incongruity about the last performance.  I really think (though for the fifteenth time) that I shall leave tomorrow The cold has moderated, the sky is bluer than ever, the snow is evaporating, and a hunter who has joined us today says that there are no drifts on the trail which one cannot get through.

I.L.B.