A Mountain Woman

I have married a mountain woman, he wrote. None of your puny breed of modern femininity, but a remnant left over from the heroic ages, – a primitive woman, grand and vast of spirit, capable of true and steadfast wifehood. No sophistry about her; no knowledge even that there is sophistry. Heavens! man, do you remember the rondeaux and triolets I used to write to those pretty creatures back East.