It was unbelievably hot. We three women came out of the store each eating a juicy pear. There was ten cents’ express on every pound of freight that came up the Cariboo road. Fruit weighs heavy. Everything came in by mule-train. The first bite into those Bartletts was intoxicating. The juice met your teeth with a gush. I was considering the most advantageous spot to set my bite next when I saw Doctor Cabbage’s…

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Mary came to wash for Mother every Monday. The wash-house was across the yard from the kitchen door–a long narrow room. The south side of it was of open lattice–when the steam poured through it looked as if the wash-house was on fire. There was a stove in the wash-house. A big oval copper boiler stood on the top of the stove. There was a sink and a pump, and a long bench on which…

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While I was staying at the missionary’s house, waiting to find someone to take me to Cha-atl, the missionary got a farm girl, with no ankles and no sense of humour, to stay there with me. She was to keep me company, and to avoid scandal, because the missionary’s wife and family were away. The girl had a good enough heart stowed away in an ox-like body. Her name was Maria. Jimmie, a Haida…

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