I looked at every one, feeling quite important, and at last selected the Mountain Sheep poised on a high peak in a striking pose.

A rare sight then.
At Christmas that splendid picture painted by Bierstadt was sent to our apartment for me.

Never before had I received such appreciation for my amateur scribbling.
Ah, me! I was both complimented and proud.

But my humiliation soon came.

When I called to thank the kind donor and speak of the fine frame the mountain big-horn was now in, I was surprised to have Mr.
Bierstadt present to me a tall, distinguished-looking foreigner as Munkacsy, the well-known Hungarian artist.