A Woman Tenderfoot, by Grace Gallatin Seton-Thompson

Published: Doubleday, Page & Co., 1900

The advenures of a well-bred lady invited by her famous writer-husband, Ernest Seton-Thompson, to go on a four-month tour of the wild West

CONTENTS:

Chapter I. The Why of It

Chapter II. Outfit and Advice for the Woman-who-goes-hunting-with-her- husband

Chapter III. The First Plunge of the Woman Tenderfoot

Chapter IV. Which Treats of the Imps and My Elk

Chapter V. Lost in the Mountains

Chapter VI. The Cook

Chapter VII. Among the Clouds

Chapter VIII. At Yeddars

Chapter IX. My Antelope

Chapter X. A Mountain Drama

Chapter XI. What I Know about Wahb of the Bighorn Basin

Chapter XII. The Dead Hunt

Chapter XIII. Just Rattlesnakes

Chapter XIV. As Cowgirl

Chapter XV. The Sweet Pea Lady Someone Else's Mountain Sheep

Chapter XVI. In which the Tenderfoot Learns a New Trick

Chapter XVII. Our Mine

Chapter XVIII. The Last Word

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.

A LIST OF FULL-PAGE DRAWINGS [not included in WebRoots online edition]

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