"I realize now that all my life the newspapers and stupid people and
books have formed my opinions. Now I'm going to think along my own
lines. Is there another life after this? Do I really desire the
suffrage? Why am I a Baptist?"

Aggie said she would like to invite her soul that day also, not to form
any opinions,--Tish always does that for her,--but she had to get some
clothes in September and she might as well think them out.

So it happened that I was alone when I met the P---- person's young
woman.

I had intended to wander only a short way along the trail, but after I
had gone a mile or two it occurred to me as likely that the spring-wagon
driver would come back that way before long out of curiosity, and I
thought I might leave a message for him to bring out some fresh eggs and
leave them there. I could tell Tish I had found a nest, or perhaps,
since that would be lying, I could put them in a nest and let her find
them. I'd have ordered tea, too, if I could have thought of any way to
account for it.

"I'm going to do some meditating myself to-day," I remarked, "but I
think better when I'm moving. If I don't come back in an hour or so
don't imagine I've been kidnaped."

Tish turned on her stone and looked at me.

"You will not be kidnaped," she said shortly. "I cannot imagine any one
safer than you are in that costume."

Well, I made my way along the trail as rapidly as I could. It was twenty
miles there and back and I've seen the day when two city blocks would
send me home to soak my feet in hot water. But the sandals were easy to
walk in and my calico skirt was short and light.

I had no paper to write my message on, of course, but on the way I
gathered a large white fungus and I scraped a note on it with a pin.
With the fungus under my arm I walked briskly along, planning an omelet
with the eggs, if we got any, and gathering mushrooms here and there. It
was the mushrooms that led me to the discovery of a camping-place that
was prehistoric in its primitiveness--a clearing, surrounded by low
bushes, and in the center a fireplace of stones with a fire smouldering.
At one side a heap of leaves and small twigs for a bed, a stump for a
seat, and lying on top of it a sort of stone axe, made by inserting a
sharp stone into the cleft of a sapling and tying it into place with a
wild-grape tendril. Pegged out on the ground to cure was a rabbit skin,
indifferently scraped. It made our aluminum kettle and canvas t