A Woman Tenderfoot

A Woman Tenderfoot

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A WOMAN TENDERFOOT
BY
GRACE GALLATIN SETON-THOMPSON
1900

In this Book the full-page Drawings were made by Ernest
Seton-Thompson, G. Wright and E.M. Ashe, and the Marginals by S.N.
Abbott. The cover, title-page and general make-up were designed by
the Author. Thanks are due to Miller Christy for proof revision, and to
A.A. Anderson for valuable suggestions on camp outfitting.
THIS BOOK IS A TRIBUTE TO THE WEST.
I have used many Western phrases as necessary to the Western setting.
I can only add that the events related really happened in the Rocky
Mountains of the United States and Canada; and this is why, being a
woman, I wanted to tell about them, in the hope that some
going-to-Europe-in-the-summer-woman may be tempted to go West
instead.
G.G.S.-T.
New York City, September 1st, 1900.

CONTENTS
I The Why of It
II Outfit and Advice for the

Woman-who-goes-hunting-with-her-husband
III The First Plunge of the Woman Tenderfoot
IV Which Treats of the Imps and My Elk
V Lost in the Mountains
VI The Cook
VII Among the Clouds
VIII At Yeddars
IX My Antelope
X A Mountain Drama
XI What I Know about Wahb of the Bighorn Basin
XII The Dead Hunt
XIII Just Rattlesnakes
XIV As Cowgirl
XV The Sweet Pea Lady Someone Else's Mountain Sheep
XVI In which the Tenderfoot Learns a New Trick
XVII Our Mine
XVIII The Last Word

A LIST OF FULL-PAGE DRAWINGS.
Costume for cross saddle riding
Tears starting from your smoke-inflamed eyes
Saddle cover for wet weather Policeman's equestrian rain coat
She was postmistress twice a week
The trail was lost in a gully
Whetted one to a razor edge and threw it into a tree where it stuck
quivering
Not three hundred yards away ... were two bull elk in deadly combat
Down the path came two of the prettiest Blacktails
A misstep would have sent us flying over the cliff
Thus I fought through the afternoon
We whizzed across the railroad track in front of the Day Express
Five feet full in front of us, they pulled their horses to a dead stop
The coyotes made savage music
The horrid thing was ready for me I started on a gallop, swinging one
arm
The warm beating heart of a mountain sheep
I could not keep away from his hoofs

We started forward, just as the rear wheels were hovering over the edge
"You better not sit down on that kaig ... It's nitroglycerine"
The tunnel caused its roof to cave in close behind me
A mountain lion sneaked past my saddle-pillowed head

I.
THE WHY OF IT.
Theoretically, I have always agreed with the Quaker wife who
reformed her husband--"Whither thou goest, I go also, Dicky dear."
What thou doest, I do also, Dicky dear. So when, the year after our
marriage, Nimrod announced that the mountain madness was again
working in his blood, and that he must go West and take up the trail for
his holiday, I tucked my
summer-watering-place-and-Europe-flying-trip mind away (not without
regret, I confess) and cautiously tried to acquire a new vocabulary and
some new ideas.
Of course, plenty of women have handled guns and have gone to the
Rocky Mountains on hunting trips--but they were not among my
friends. However, my imagination was good, and the outfit I got
together for my first trip appalled that good man, my husband, while
the number of things I had to