“That skin will look splendid in the library,” said Alden. “Read again what she says about sending it, Dad.”
“Read it all, Dad!” suggested John. “There’s plenty of time.”
Priscilla’s father willingly complied. He evidently shared his sons’ pride in his daughter’s achievement.
“‘Hunter Ranch, Wyoming,
“‘July 26, 19—.
“‘Dear Folks at Home:
“‘I am covered with dust and dirt and just dead tired, but I can’t wash or dress, or even rest until I tell you the most thrilling experience of my whole life! I, Priscilla Winthrop of Boston, Massachusetts, have helped to trap and kill a bear! I know shivers are running down your back as you read this. Imagine then what it must 36 have been to live through the real thing! To ride up the trail all eagerness and excitement; to visit the empty traps and turn away disappointed; to see your horse as you neared the third suddenly prick up his ears and rear——’”
“Dear me!” cried Mrs. Winthrop. “I’m sure, John, those horses out there aren’t well-broken!”
Mr. Winthrop nodded reassuringly, and continued:
“‘To hear Dick call back that there must surely be a bear; and, at last, to come upon the infuriated monster, dragging his trap about, gnashing his teeth, and trying to reach you!’”