"What a country!" she whispered. "It's wild; really, truly wild; and
everything I've ever seen has been tamed and smoothed down, and made
eminently respectable and conventional long ago. That's the place.
That's where I'm going, and I'm going it blind. I'm not going to tell
any one--not even Kitty--until, like a bear, I've gone over the
mountain to see what I can see."
Within an hour of that Miss Hazel Weir had written to accept the terms
offered by the Cariboo Meadow school district, and was busily packing
her trunk.
CHAPTER VI
CARIBOO MEADOWS
A tall man, sunburned, slow-speaking, met Hazel at Soda Creek, the end
of her stage journey, introducing himself as Jim Briggs.
"Pretty tiresome trip, ain't it?" he observed. "You'll have a chance
to rest decent to-night, and I got a team uh bays that'll yank yuh to
the Meadows in four hours 'n' a half. My wife'll be plumb tickled to
have yuh. They ain't much more'n half a dozen white women in ten miles
uh the Meadows. We keep a boardin'-house. Hope you'll like the
country."
That was a lengthy speech for Jim Briggs, as Hazel discovered when she
rolled out of Soda Creek behind the "team uh bays." His conversation
was decidedly monosyllabic.
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