FIRST EXPERIENCES.
My Dear Mother:— I closed my last letter, and bade you good-bye, quite in a hurry. But as soon as I had entered the, "Cincinnati House," I cast around to discover, if possible, some nice, quiet little corner, where I could tuck myself away, and, with a pencil, take notes for you. The "young lad" who drew us out here had gone out to a claim early in the morning, and would not return till late.
The house into which we entered appeared outside, and perhaps within, very much like the way-station depots at home,—made of boards, jointed and painted dark brown, containing two square rooms, with an attache at the back end, of a ten-footer, looking like a wen on the side of a man's neck, but really a cooking-room. The two rooms are plastered, one making a nice parlor and the other a dining-room. There are two chambers over them; and, above all, a perfectly flat roof.
