This is a pleasant little story of the brightest and least sensational side of Western frontier life. Many of H. H.'s own experiences in travelling towards and through the great West, which have been described to older people in "Bits of Travel at Home," are here introduced in an easy, natural, story-telling manner. Nelly's father is an asthmatic clergyman who emigrates to Colorado with his wife and children in search of health, which we are assured he finds. The long journey, and the change of residence after having settled once, are well described, and will give children a careful and good idea of Colorado scenery. The few characters of the frontier which find their way into the book are very mild and natural indeed in comparison with the bloodthirsty, scalp-hunting individuals who generally find their way into literature for the young relating to the same class, and they are presumably much more true to nature.
ey saw a big pile of the olive-oil boxes. Then there were also boxes full of bottles of pepper-sauce; this came in big black bottles, and the little peppers showed red through the glass; the smallest drop of this pepper-sauce made your mouth burn like fire, but this queer old gentleman used to pour it over every thing he ate. The big bottle of pepper-sauce and the big bottle of olive oil were always put by his plate, and he poured first from one and then from the other, until the food on his plate was nearly swimming in the strange mixture. Salt fish was another of his favorite dishes, and he brought up every autumn huge piles of them. They came in flat packages, tied up with coarse cord; when Mr. Earle threw them down to the ground from the top of his wagon a strong and disagreeable odor rose in the air, and Rob and Nelly used to exclaim, "Groans for the salt fish! groans for the salt fish! Why didn't you lose it off the wagon, Mr. Earle?"
"It wouldn't have made any odds, miss," Mr. Earle used to repl