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Published quarterly by the Frontier Nursing Service, Lexington, Ky. ’
SUBSCRIPTION PRICE $1.00 PER YEAR Y
VOLUME XII AUTUMN, 1936 NUMBER 2
"Entered as second class matter June 30, 1926, at the Post Office at j
Lexington, Ky., under the Act of March, 3, 1879." V
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  The Frontier Nursing Service has been given six plates 4
of the Gardner china from the reign of Catherine the Great and
A six Imperial and monogrammed plates, one each, from the
following reigns:
Catherine II ("the Great") reigned 1762-1796
Paul " 1796-1801
Alexander I _ " 1801-1825
Nicholas I " 1825-1855
Alexander II " 1855-1881
. Alexander III " 1881-1894
i This china, with other pieces, was collected by Mrs. Clifton
Y R. Breckinridge from the old markets during the years 1893-97, l
when her husband was the American Minister at the city then
called St. Petersburg. The china was rare even in Russia in
1 those days and was obtained with the help of the Russian-
, speaking employees of the American Legation. These plates
. have never left the Breckinridge family and are now offered
for sale for the benefit of the Frontier Nursing Service. Any-
pf one interested in buying them, and wishing to_ see photographs, -
A is asked to communicate with the Director.
¤ A This is a wonderful opportunity for a private collector.
E It is rare to iind old china from an authentic source that has not
 ,_  *°i passed frequently through commercial hands. These pieces have
 - 1 been in the possession of the family which collected them over
  . forty years ago in the old markets of the old Empire in the
  Old World. Unique as is the history of the china, it is even ‘
L  more unusual for a collector of the beautiful to indulge his
  taste and at the same time feel that comfortable sensation
if which comes from the charitable use of his money.
j BIBLIOGRAPHY FOR RUSSIAN IMPERIAL CHINA
Baron Wolf: La manufacture imperiale de porcelaine a Saint Peters-
 ’ bourg, (17-14-1904). St. Petersburg, 1907. In Russian
V but with a resume in French. Marks of the factory
. _ reproduced on plate opposite page 324; discussed (in
French) on pages 371-372.

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G. Lukomskij: Russisches Porzellan, 1744-1923. Berlin, 1924. i
Emil Hannover: Pottery and Porcelain, vol. 3, page 471 ff. _;
A. W. Seliwanoff: Porcelain and Earthenware of the Russian Empire. (
Vladimir, 1903. In Russian. V
J. Folnesics: Petersburger Porzellan. In Kunst und Kunsthandwerk,
vol. 10, (1907), page 387.  
Lucy Cazelet: Russian Porcelain. In the Connoisseur, vol. 20 (1908), ,
page 16. Includes discussion of Gardner productions. »
Victoria and Albert Museum, Bethnal Green Branch: Catalogue of a Col-
lection of Continental Porcelain, by A. W. Franks,
1896. Describes 6 examples of imperial porcelain.
 
WELLS AND THE WATER WITCH  ;
We have discovered that one of our nurses, Mary Cum- V
mings from Wisconsin, is a "water-witch!" `
Through the generosity of its donor, the Clara Ford Nurs- 2
ing Center on Red Bird River has a new well drilled to eighty I
feet below the river bed by a huge gasoline engine drill that  
came up from Lexington, one hundred and sixty-five miles  .
away. The driller candidly said that he could not be sure that ·
any site chosen would yield water. We resorted to the use of
a dowser in the neighborhood, and in following him about Mary ·
Cummings discovered that she had the same gift of the divining  ~
rod. The well is a wonder.  *.
Over at Hyden at the Hospital our old well has not proved  
equal to the enormous growth of the Hospital and its needs.
Through the generosity of the donor of the Mary Ballard Mor- `
ton Wing of the Hospital we were able to use the drillers for a ‘
new well, and the question of a site again came up. Our own
water-witch, Mary Cummings, with a peach-tree slip, went over I
acres of ground and where the divining rod made the strongest ;
pull for water we started drilling. At two hundred and ten feet, ”
namely, one hundred and three feet below the river bed, we C
got what old Uncle George, the driller, calls one of the biggest °
flows of water he has ever reached in twenty-five years of drill-
ing—inexhaustible. ,
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V  WHAT STOPPED RAVEN?
ii , "From ghoulies and ghosties
. And long leggety beasties
And things that go bump in the night:
Good Lord, deliver us. Amen."
__ —O1d Cornish Litany.
The word "hello," so familiar to all Frontier nurses, sounded
 I under my window at Hyden and fetched me out to a midwifery
 , case way over the mountain in the middle of a dark night.
I The man who came for me had no mule, and, as my
» patient had sent word for me to hurry, I left him behind with
. instructions to follow my trail. It is one of our few rules
that no nurse rides alone at night, but I knew the man would
‘ never be far behind and we nurses are safe. Our uniform
. allows us to go anywhere in the mountains, and it is only fear
` of accident which prevents our riding alone at night. So, with no
j hesitation, Raven and I set off in the darkness. We rode up and
gi up the mountain, and I was thinking how quiet and peaceful
r` was everything and wondering if the woman would be all right.
On the ridge we could ride quickly, but when we came
to the descent of the mountain on the far side, I decided to
._  cut down a seldom used trail in a hollow to save time. We
'_ turned down the head of the hollow, closely guarded by tree-
  covered mountains, where a little creek started on its way to
 ‘ the river. Soon we were deep in among the trees and going
slowly because of the rocks. Suddenly, with no sight or sound
` that I could see or hear, Raven halted in her stride, with a
‘ snort of fear, ears pointed, her body rigid, and a cold sweat
breaking out on her. I sat tense and strained, listening, too
I scared to move.
3 In the darkness ahead I saw the ruins of a little abandoned
” cabin. Raven at first refused to pass. I had to talk to her and
I sooth her. Gradually, after what_ seemed an eternity, the
° tenseness left Raven’s body and she shivered, as I did. We
passed out of the hollow and struck into a wider trail. The fear
` had gone, but it had left behind a feeling of unhappiness.
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We reached the house, where I was expecting the baby, ‘
in plenty of time. As we sat in the lighted room by the fire, ;;
talking of ordinary things, my patient, two neighbor women
and I, I explained that I was alone because I had outdistanced . 
_ my patient’s husband in coming across the mountain. After 1,.
a while one of the women turned to me and asked in an awe-  A
struck voice, "Miss Lester, did you come past the hollow by .
yourself?" Smiling cheerfully I said, "Of course, why not?"  {
But I waited tensely for the answer. "Don’t you know hits ·
ha’nted? A man was killed up in thar years ago and you can -
hear him moaning. I sure wouldn’t go by thar, day or night.
And you came through thar by yourself alone!" Except for  .
that I would not have mentioned my experience, but now I ‘
told them about Raven. "And you didn’t see or hear nothing‘?" 1
questioned my patient. "No, Sue," I replied, "not a thing.
Raven just stopped." "Well, hit was thar!" And no more was  p
said. p  `
After daybreak the baby came. When I had done every- j
thing needed for him and his mother, Raven and I started back E
in the sunshine and returned through the haunted hollow. _
Gloomy it is even in daylight, cold and still. There was no V
happiness in that place of shadow, rather an awful loneliness.
I was new to this country then and knew nothing of the story I
connected with the hollow. What was it that stopped Raven`?  L_
She was new to the country too, for she had come up from the L
  · Blue Grass not long before. She stood registering fear in  E,
, every part of her—communicating it to me——and I felt fear  t
as I have never felt it before or since.  
—Betty Lester. ’ A
FROM TWO ENGLISH BOYS TOURING THE UNITED  
STATES AND MEXICO
"I can’t tell you how much we enjoyed it, apart from the
interest of seeing your wonderful work at first hand. It will
have been one of the most interesting parts of the whole trip."
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_ LEAVES FROM A COURIER’S JOURNAL
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 `“ Wendover, Kentucky.
  Sunday, July the fifth, 1936.
l There is a sort of celestial calm that settles over Wendover
of a Sunday morning. After the bustle of the week, the noises
l of the men working and repairing, and the sight of flying
  figures circulating between the Big House and the Garden
 ` house, the place seems strangely peaceful and deserted. Solitary
g bathrobe-clad figures stroll slowly about at nine or ten or even
eleven o’clock. A "rest when you may" attitude permeates even V
to the stables and the chicken yard ....
A I got up about a quarter to nine and strolled over to
· breakfast, joining Fannie, Topsy and Mrs. Duvall. * * * We con-
. sidered taking some of the horses to pasture, but when we were ·
 _ through treating "Babbette’s" foot, painting "Flint’s" hocks and
` combing the paddock for the wicked nail that made the former’s
wound, the sky looked so overcast that we decided against it. I
wish you could have viewed us, you who usually see one ear and
 I a lock of hair buried under a sheet until noon as your delightful
°  daughter, I wish you could have viewed us, I say, scrubbing
< hl, about on our hands and knees in the steep sloped dirt of the pad-
 , dock, scraping at half buried retaining logs for the sharp object »
1 that has rendered "Babbette" temporarily dead wood. But may-
i be it’s just as well, for in case you had I might have to rise with
G the dawn in Washington, instead of going to bed by it, which
would distress me no end.
l Fannie had just turned "Rex" out in the paddock for a
l solitary roll (he’s supposed to kick other horses), when the
l first drops of a rain that looked like business splattered in the
  dust by the tack room door. So she turned him in again and
we fled to the Garden House, only getting slightly damp enroute.
There we put in the balance of the morning compiling a chart
of horse diseases to be typed and hung in the tack room for
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the benefit of those nebulous beings: the couriers yet to come.  
The sky banged and clattered about our ears .... ·
* * * * About four we decided to get tea. Today it was sort  '
of grim. The fire in the stove had gone out, and we·aren’t sup- ·
posed to use coal oil to start it since some courier almost blew  
herself up. The coal scuttles were empty besides, which meant a _ 
trip to the woodpile and coal house to replenish them. I went up,
being dirty past repair anyhow, to lay in more coal, and got good i
and grimy before I succeeded in filling the two scuttles. It took I
a long time to get the fire to burn, and I guess we never would ~
have, had it not been for Fannie who came out and did myster- S
ious things with a poker and after a while got a blaze. Tea  ,~
was indifferent, but nobody seemed to mind too much.
Buck turned up with some amazing cube root problem  l
that tied Minnie, Wilma and Marion into knots of mathematics,
so we cleared away the tea things and went out to water the
horses. After almost each one watered, he or she would face  
about, neatly fold under his front legs and sink down into the .
. cinders for a good, long dirty, satisfying roll ..... j
Just as we were finishing Bland rode up on "Gloria." She
J was worried about her back, which is always tender, so we
dosed it with an alum rubdown. * * * * Then we got worried .
about "Babbette’s" eye, which was discharging a yellowish
substance, so we bathed it out and then came to the Garden __
House to look up eye diseases in the horse book. Of course I S
after the periodic ophthalmia epidemic two years ago a runny " h
» eye is a red flag around here, but from the symptoms we are .`
sure it isn’t that——probably just dust. ='
Wednesday, July the eighth.
Today started early for me as I was up about five to get
Peggy’s horse, "Gypsy King," ready for her to start back. ‘
She is riding through to the Atwood Center at Flat Creek, and
wanted to be well launched before the heat became too severe.
This weather is pretty bad for the horses if they have to make '
long trips. Even if you just barely crawl they sweat terribly.
It was a chill, misty dawn .... The colors were all soft  
greys and greens, edging into orange and rose up river. Even .

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J the old barn looked exotic and mysterious in the pale morn-
i ing light.
* The Big House was still solemnly asleep except for Peggy
. who had just risen. I had had ideas of staying up and having
fi breakfast with her and mounting her, but they fled before the
 , comforting thoughts of forty more winks, so I put "Gypsy
  King’s" saddle and bridle out, asked Jahugh to saddle him
 , whenever Peggy was ready, and went back to bed. It was cold
enough so that lying on the top of my bed I had to throw a
blanket over me!
  It was clinic day at Wendover, so a steady stream of
mothers and children filed past the stables all morning long.
 I Some of the little kids are awful cute. They are shy things but
sweet and pretty.
Tuesday, July the fourteenth.
. Edna is a sow. She has mothered, I guess, most of the pigs
around this part of the county. Fannie and I have been noticing
her on our trips down to the river with the horses. She’s simply
 . colossal, and looks as though she’d have her pigs most any time.
This morning she was gone from her usual haunt in pig alley,
g ~ and Fannie saw her fording the river down by the watering
' I place, with purpose in her stride. When we got down there we
"  tried to cross from stone to stone, but after stepping inad-
ii _' vertently into the water two or three times I gave it up and
 »' just waded the rest of the way. The mountain rises steeply
from the river’s edge on the far side and there is a heavy
growth of bushes and young trees along the bank. We peered
up and down river in the deep shade and spotted Edna standing
in a mud hole, groaning gently.
"What if she should have her pigs right there? They’ll all
drown." "I don’t believe she’s ready yet, she’s maybe just start-
I ing." This from me, for I spied a comfortable seat up on the-
bank. "Let’s sit and watch her for a while. She ought to be
under observation." We settled ourselves at a safe distance,
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p no sow to trifle with and when we had approached her, her _
groans had changed to snarls. j
It was hot, sitting there, and the inner courier warned  i
us that lunch time was approaching. We consulted our watches, »
then searchingly gazed at Edna, decided that maybe an hour ‘ ~
of solitude would really be better for her than we were, and
that in case of emergency we could get back pretty fast, and '
headed for Wendover. I
At lunch Mrs. Breckinridge suggested that we drive her ,
up to the horse-hospital barn lot where she could have her
children in a dry comfortable place. "A cinch," we told each  
other, "only difficulty in that she may not want to move, and  
herding her will be slow." But we were dead wrong.
r On our return we found her in about the same position
that we had left her. "I’ll go upstream," said Fannie, "and
drive her down. You stay on this side of her and keep her -
from the island." Agreed, we took our stations and as Fannie
worked down on her left flank I strolled up the bank gently
calling, "shoo," and throwing pebbles and branches in her
wallow. For a few minutes nothing happened. Then with pur-
pose in every inch of her, Edna heaved herself out of her
wallow. "Oh boy," I thought, looking for a handy tree, "that
pig means business." Giving a mighty snort, she shook herself, ,
and started catercornered across stream down river. Fannie ·
doubled her pace, waving a stick and shouting. I danced along
parallel with Edna on her left side but at a safe distance. She _)»
- headed right for the thick underbrush at the head of the island. _
"Head her oif," shrieked Fannie, hopping from stone to stone. I
"Head her off. If she gets in there we’l1 never get her out."
Protesting hotly that that was just what I was doing, I made a
great show of shooing and pebble-throwing, but I guess I was
too far on the safe side to do any good. Bang through the brush
went the sow, Fannie and I in hot pursuit. To complicate things
one of her sons by a former marriage was beaten out of the
bushes, and kept starting a movement off to the right. She
crossed at the ford just below the swimming hole, picking up a
few more offspring enroute, then scrambled up to the road
with extraordinary agility. By this time we were herding
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four pigs instead of one, and finding it pretty tough g-oing. I
i was no good at all, being seized with an attack of hysterical
 I laughter, but Fannie ranged the mountainside after the snorting
j throng, urging, cajoling and forcibly persuading them back up
t , pig alley. When we got to the incinerator they tried to detour
down behind the lower barn lot, but we finally bagged them in
~ the road, divorced Edna from all except her recalcitrant son,
, · and drove the two of them through the gate. He immediately
I was persuaded to leave by a hole through the fence, but her
` size was prohibitive.
, Wednesday, July the fifteenth.
At about half past five I woke up to the tune of ear-splitting
thunderbolts. The thought of Edna roused me to sleepy concern;
so donning a bathing suit I trotted down pig alley to the horse-
. hospital barn to find her peacefully snoozing in a kind of dirt
nest, dry and warm, with not a piglet in sight.
It was lovely in the soft rain with the grey light of dawn
just descending through the valley, and the long morning
silence still undisturbed. Everything smelled clean and fresh,
and the dusty iiowers along the Garden House wall looked new
and vivid against the wet stone.
, * * * *
` Fannie had to go up Camp Creek right after breakfast,
and Topsy had spent the night at the Hyden Hospital, so I was
li" left sole courier in charge, which was fun for me but tough
on the horses. After they were watered, Vanda, Lucile and I
I set out for Edna again. She’s Fannie’s and my 1’irst delivery
and we are consumed with anxiety about her. It seems odd
that it would take her so everlastingly long, after having had
so much experience. No soap, however, nor any signs of any.
Back to the stables, V·anda left, Fannie came back, and we
did odds and ends.
Saturday, July the seventeenth.
* * * * Some child, a little boy about four, was supposed
to ride in with us to go to the hospital to be dewormed. We
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got him up in the saddle in front of me, protesting that he _?
really didn’t want to go, and then he fussed so much we took
him down again. That was a great mistake, for we couldn’t ` 
persuade him to get back up. Topsy, who is good with children,  `
cajoled and talked to him. If I hadn’t put my oar in she might . 
have won him over, but I tried the usual icky goo stuff, and it  V
didn’t work at all except to iix his resolve more firmly than i
ever that he wouldn’t leave his mother, so we stood about in a ~ I
helpless way and sort of gently did nothing ....
We had a casualty today which was pretty grim. Mar-
· garet, the Wendover nurse, fell with her horse “Rex", and hurt
her leg. She is in at the Hyden Hospital now.   *    
Tuesday, July the twentieth.
A new nurse, Mary Hollins, was due this morning on the
early bus, so I hauled my lazy carcass from my warm sheets, A
and, after an early breakfast, saddled "Gloria" and "Diana"
and rode up to the Head of Hurricane to meet her.
A fresh, summer morning, fairly cool in the woods, but
even at that hour already hot enough so that a sizzler seemed
inevitable. I like riding up there, though this was my first trip
since I was here two years ago. There are a good many houses
along the road, and there are lovely stretches of shade. The  .
trail winds up and down along Hurricane creek, from the Middle  
Fork at the bend of the river just above Wendover. Apparently l
in winter and spring Hurricane deserves its name, but it is very  ·
` sluggish and startlingly low now, and seems a placid, quiet little , 
stream. It was here that Traveler ran away with Mrs. Breckin- I
ridge four years ago and broke her back. * * *  
The bus wasn’t due till a quarter to nine, so on arrival,
after hitching the horses, I went to call on my old friend, Mrs.
Bolling, who extends hospitality to all the F. N. S. people who
pass that way.
The nurse got out with two bags and a portable victrola.
It seemed a good deal of luggage to carry in on horseback, and *
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_? sled, so I told her to leave everything but her handbag, at the
Bollings where they would be called for. The nurse put on
`  riding breeches which I had brought in the saddle bags for her,
  and we started back home.
·  Got to Wendover about a quarter to ten, where I left her
, in the clinic with Margaret and Buck and went back to the
` stables. Fannie and I finished up the watering, fixed a new
` H saddle for the mule and generally managed to occupy our-
selves till lunch. She had to leave right afterward for Flat
Creek to get some more of those worms. How she hated to go.
It’s not much fun really, and she and Topsy have certainly done
the lion’s share of it so far.
I started to get into my bathing suit but was shot into
Hyden instead to take "Big Joe", who has been resting here,
back to the Hospital and bring back "Bobbie", who is to go
` with the new nurse to the Clara Ford Center, on Red Bird,
tomorrow. * * * *
I like meals at the Hospital. Everyone is very gay, and
they are swell and make a fuss over the couriers. * *   * I’m
fond of Mac and Vanda and Charlie, and the others are nice,
though I don’t know them so well. Mrs. Kooser has left so
the doctor had supper with us, and we spent a merry hour.
 , I started back immediately afterwards so that I could get
  home before dark. A baby moon was just rising above the
I mountains, the ai1· was cool and still, and not a sound except
 · -the squnch, squnch of "Bobbie’s" plodding feet, disturbed tlre
,  silence. No one was on the road after we passed the saw mill,
I it seemed almost as though no one was in the world, although
when we got to the river bend the familiar little cabins waved
a silent greeting. There is a charm in these stark, tired old
hills that I cannot find anywhere else. A charm and a deep,
deep peace- .
` Thursday, July twenty-third.
This morning was devoted entirely to the stables. I can
* hear you all saying in startled tones, "But we 'gathered that
. every morning was spent in devotion to the stables," which is

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quite true, but I think you must be a little weary of hearing ,
about my sensations on arising, they’re so monotonous in their  ‘
similarity. I
There was a hurry call from the Hospital asking that a '
courier drive a prenatal in to Hazard for an X—ray right after
lunch. Neither Fannie nor Topsy has a Kentucky driving
license, so I was elected. Vanda, the nurse who usually does
that sort of thing, was out on a midwifery call.
Arrived in Hyden I ungaraged the Service car, Edsel, a
tan ’35 Ford sedan, very comfortable and exceedingly useful.
Makes me homesick for Blunder. Up the Hospital Hill where
I found the prenatal, and Charlie, the nurse who was going l
with me, waiting. We loaded the patient as though she were
a basket of eggs and were off. And believe me I drove very A
carefully.
She had never been in a car before and had never seen a h
with interest out of the window as we drove along. I dropped .
them for the X-ray, parked the car, went with Minnie and ·
town as large as Hazard! A nice looking woman, she gazed
Walter to do some errands and had my boots polished. Then ·
Charlie suggested we go to Fout’s for a soda so we took her
down there. The prenatal didn’t like ice cream, but drank some
grape juice, we got the Hospital groceries, and started back  I
for Hyden. Everything went well till Wooten, then the poor  .
thing said she didn’t feel very well. I couldn’t decide whether Y
she was just sick at her stomach or whether there were other `
complications or whether the former would bring on trouble. °
In any event I was scared. It seemed to me that the best place r
for her was in our Hospital, and the sooner we got there the ·
better.
She and Charlie were sitting in the back seat, where y
Charlie had gotten the towel and basin, broughtlin case of
emergency, into her hands. Around every curve I expected to V
hear Charlie saying: "Souse, I think we’d better stop, right
now."
It was quite a trip, and the Hospital Hill we skimmed up
like a swallow. But she got there without mishap. And, light-

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hearted with relief, I went on back down to Hyden, put Edsel
1 in his little tin house, and started for home.
J  Saturday, July twenty-fifth.
* * * * Rose to find the sky overcast and a gloomy smell
to the air. We watered and curried and debated about pasture,
but it was so threatening that we decided to wait for a time
to see what the weather would do, and lucky that we did. Kermit
was shoeing, and some of the men had gathered about to watch
him, Fannie had just turned "Rex" out in the paddock, "Diana"
was tied over by the pump and "Flint" was hitched to the tree
I in front of the tack room when the first large drops began
to come down. * * * *
i Topsy had started out with the new nurse who is relieving
V for Margaret, and Fannie went up river about twelve to get
- some worm tins. By that time the rain had ceased, but the
sky was still overcast. I started for the Head of Hurricane
 ’ about twelve fifteen to meet the meat which was coming in
on the noon bus. On the way up I met Fannie returning with
_ _ the worms, and we chatted for a minute. The woods were
dripping and vividly green, and filled with that heavenly fresh-
. ness that always follows a shower. As I passed the Bollings’
 . house I looked in, but there were a group of strangers sitting
 1 on the porch, so I didn’t go in.
 V . Hitched "Flint" and went up to the rock by the state highway
- z that I suppose a million couriers have sat on while waiting
I  for the bus. It started to sprinkle again, and as I had pooh
poohed the idea of a raincoat I tried to get under the saddle
  bags, but it didn’t work very well.
The bus came along in a little while and the driver handed
me a sizeable bundle. If someone at Wendover telephones
, Hazard before the bus leaves there in the morning, then the
groceryman stops the bus driver and gives him the meat for
the F. N. S. In hot weather the meat spoils so quickly when
taken off the ice that unless this system were used we wouldn’t
have any meat for weeks at a time.
The bundle, as I said, was sizeable; it wouldn’t go into
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would have worked very well, but the saddle was damp, I was
damp, and there was a lot of moisture in the air and a good .
many drops from the trees. As a result the cardboard became ri
softer and softer. I kept shifting the box, which rested on the }
head of the saddle, from side to side, and every time I shifted it, yi
it became pulpier and more shapeless. I visualized myself riding {
into Wendover carrying beefsteaks in my bare hands, for the
box certainly didn’t act as though it could hold till we got home. ~
To make matters more complicated, "Flint" decided that she
was in absolutely no hurry whatever. Apparently she was en-
joying her outing, and didn’t want to get back to her stall at
all. However, the box held together and the steak arrived
safely. By that time it was pretty nearly two o’clock and I was
starved, so went over to the Big House where luncheon had
V been saved.
Right afterward I dressed and started for Hyden to take .
the worm specimens to Miss Ward at the Hospital. If they don’t .
get in the same day they’re collected they aren’t any good. `
* * * * Arrived at the Hospital we had a nice tea, and ran
into Bland, who had stopped there on her way back from Con-
fluence. The three of us set out for Wendover together, stopping —
_ in Hyden to do some errands and get the bacon and some shoes
for Gabriel, the mule. * * * *
Wednesday, July the twenty-ninth.  ,
. _ Written at Possum Bend Center at Coniluence. , I ,
* * * * This morning we did the usual stable work. It =`.
was grey and overcast, and very humid. Fannie shut "Edna" ‘
in a stall in the horse-hospital barn, where she discovered her ,
with her ten children, and about ten o’clock we went down
there armed with cameras and spent considerable time trying ‘
to get some interesting pictures leaning through the hay hole.
Every time we would try to get just the little pig