Water Ranch
is near 6000 feet high), for warm days and cold nights are the rule
in winter, and hot days and cool nights in summer. Verily, it is a
superb climate.

As regards the want of courtesy in America, which I have more than
once dilated on, I was at this time much struck with the
following:--I saw a girl, some sixteen years old, at the railway
station, or rather "Deepot," as it is named and pronounced there.
She was evidently waiting for a train, seated near her trunk. There
was no one close by, and she came up to me. She was a particularly
pretty-looking girl, nicely dressed, and seemed to be of a better
class than the usual inhabitants in that somewhat out-of-the-way part
of the country. I expected therefore, when she addressed me, she
would do it nicely. The following passed:--

_Girl._--"I can't fix my box--you do it."

The rope had come off.

_Myself._--"Yes, I'll help you. Are you waiting for the train?"

_Girl._--"Guess you are right. How stupid you are, don't fix it in
that way. Can't you see the rope is long enough to go twice round?"

_Myself._--"All right, I'll do it so."

Having completed the job, as the young lady was sitting on the one
chair available, I sat on her box, which was a large and strong one.

_Girl._--"You fixed it well, thank you, but don't sit on my box."

_Myself._--"Why not?"

_Girl._--"Because I don't like it. Can't you sit on the steps?"

_Myself._--"No, thank you, I'll stand."

_Girl._--"Tell me when is the train doo."

_Myself._--"Immediately. There it is coming now."

_Girl._--"Guess the box is too heavy for one man. Will you help to
fix it upon the car?"

She did not wait for a reply, but ran and took her place. No more
thanks. I looked round for some one to help with her box, and as I
did so she put her head out of the window, and called to a man who
was sitting in a cart, and had probably brought her and the trunk.

"Jimmy, can't you see my box? Help that man standing by it to ship it
on the car."

Jimmy did kindly help me, and so the difficulty was got over, but I
saw or heard no more of the American lassie.

As I made notes of the above (I filled many pocket-books in that way
in America), I pondered and thought it over. I don't at all believe
the girl meant to be rude or unkind, it's quite likely she would
have done as much as she asked of me for some one else, but she had
not been brought up to consider courtesy a necessity, and most
certainly did