When I was a girl, the West was still young, and the law of force, of physical force, was dominant.

And the woman who could win the respect of man was often the woman who could knock him down with her bare fists and sit on him until he yelled for help.

But settled things were enemies to me and soon lost their newness and color. The unknown called.

There are many men - such as those often to be found among the Indians - who are refined until they have qualities often attributed to the female sex. Yet they are men, and strong ones.

When I was a girl, the West was still young, and the law of force, of physical force, was dominant.

Yet it is awful to love a person who is a torture to you. And a fascinating person who loves you and won't hear of anything but your loving him and living right by his side through all eternity!

No one yet knows what a man's province is, and how far that province, as conceived of today, is artificial.