For instance, he was greatly pleased with the blue violets of spring, the wild roses of summer, and the scarlet cardinal-flowers of early autumn.

In the decline of the year, when the woods were variegated with all the colors of the rainbow, Ben seemed to desire nothing better than to gaze at them from morn till night.

The purple and golden clouds of sunset were a joy to him.

And he was continually endeavoring to draw the figures of trees, men, mountains, houses, cattle, geese, ducks, and turkeys, with a piece of chalk, on barn doors or on the floor.
In these old times the Mohawk Indians were still numerous in Pennsylvania.

Every year a party of them used to pay a visit to Springfield, because the wigwams of their ancestors had formerly stood there.