Everybody knew "Mliss," as she was called, throughout the length and height of Red Mountain.
Everybody knew her as an incorrigible girl.

Her fierce, ungovernable disposition, her mad freaks and lawless character, were in their way as proverbial as the story of her father's weaknesses, and as philosophically accepted by the townsfolk.

She wrangled with and fought the schoolboys with keener invective and quite as powerful arm.

She followed the trails with a woodman's craft, and the master had met her before, miles away, shoeless, stockingless, and bareheaded on the mountain road.

The miners' camps along the stream supplied her with subsistence during these voluntary pilgrimages, in freely offered alms.
Not but that a larger protection had been previously extended to Mliss.
The Rev.Joshua McSnagley, "stated" preacher, had placed her in the hotel as servant, by way of preliminary refinement, and had introduced her to his scholars at Sunday school.