You can enjoy the privilege of doing up your own linen to the fullest extent.

You won't have anybody to iron your collars there, you bet." "Lead on--I follow!" I cried, almost like an actor on the stage.
I felt exhilarated--a wild, joyous sense of freedom.

My two recent narrow escapes added to the pleasure with which I viewed my present prospects.

This was better than sailing for some Juan Fernandez, or being clerk of the weather on Mount Washington.

Ho! for Pike's Peak.
In those high solitudes, while heaping up the yellow gold which should purchase all the luxuries of life for the woman whom _sometime_ I should choose, I could, at the same time, be gradually overcoming my one weakness.