Frank's Ranche; Or, My Holiday in the Rockies: Being a Contribution to the Inquiry into What We Are to Do with Our BoysMarston, E. (Edward)
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Frank's Ranche; Or, My Holiday in the Rockies: Being a Contribution to the Inquiry into What We Are to Do with Our Boys
Marston, E. (Edward)
Rocky Mountains -- Description and travel
I cannot boast that I slept soundly under these novel circumstances. The
first night Frank's kitten was left in the room to scare the mice away,
and proved to be a greater nuisance than the mice; the next night she
was excluded, and I was aroused out of my sleep by a crash among some
empty bottles. I struck a light, and after searching about for some
time, I caught sight of a little ground squirrel which had come in
through a hole in the floor. The next night I was aroused by this little
wretch running over my face in a playful mood, and I sat up slipper in
hand for over an hour waiting for a chance to fling it at him, but he
did not afford me one. This little squirrel and a few mice were our only
troubles; otherwise we should have slept quite as comfortably as in our
own beds at home.
The weather during the first six days and nights had been most
delightful, very hot by day and pleasantly cool by night; on the seventh
and last night of our stay, the thermometer, by way of giving us a taste
of the variation of climate here, suddenly dropped from 78° to 34°, and
snow and rain fell all night. This wintry blast is always looked for
just at this time, and lasts for about twenty-four hours; then the
Indian summer resumes its reign till far on into November. Months of dry
and very hot weather had dried the mud covering of the shanty into
powder, and when my friend M. awoke in the morning, he found that the
roof above him had proved a sieve, and he and his bed were thoroughly
soaked. I had fared only a little better; but we didn't mind these
trifling inconveniences. I found my umbrella very useful to sit under at
breakfast, and M. managed very well when wrapped up in his macintosh.
[Illustration: SHAVING OUTSIDE THE CABIN.]
Frank and his friend had, from long practice, acquired the art of baking
and cooking to perfection. While the one lighted the stove, made the hot
cakes, and broiled the bacon, the other started off to milk the cow and
collect some new-laid eggs—the result being an excellent and plentiful
breakfast, eaten with the splendid appetite due to abundant exercise on
these health-giving hills.
Whilst these preparations were going on M. and I washed by turns; our
basin was a miner's old iron washpan, and our shaving operations were
performed outside.
Dinner demanded greater efforts, to which our hosts proved quite equal.
They roast, boil, and stew to perfection, and make very nice puddings.
There is but one glass tumbler in the establishment, so we drank pure
water out of teacups; of these there are four, but Frank boasts only one
saucer.
In the matter of crockery I am sorry to say Frank was sadly deficient;
the kitten and the invading little squirrel had recently played havoc in
his china closet; we managed, however, very well. We had no change of
plates, but we washed them as we progressed with our meals.
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