Anne Snow wanted “emergencies” — so, with her best friend she accepts a position on a nursing staff, working in the mountains of Tennessee. It seems thrilling and romantic in prospect to travel between cases on a fine horse all your own, to “picnic” in the open almost every noon, with a glorious view rolling out at your feet and a murmuring stream to soothe you. But that horse may carry you into dangerous places — and out of them, too; rolling distances may be deceptive when you are hurrying to help save a life; and that gentle stream may turn into a raging torrent to bar your way! So Anne Snow mixes dismay with the delights of her mountain nursing and learns to meet life’s surprises sturdily and smilingly. She learns, too, that in the less-privileged areas of our great country is the greatest need for skilled nursing care and the deepest satisfaction in being able to supply that need well.