She was a wealthy lady, and gave us to understand in a pleasant way, that she did not entertain travelers.

My father, in the course of the conversation with her, said: "Do you know Elijah Cody ?" "Indeed, I do," said she; "he frequently visits us, and we visit him; we are the best of friends." "He is a brother of mine," said father.
"Is it possible!" she exclaimed; "Why, you must remain here all night.
Have your family come into the house at once.

You must not go another step today." The kind invitation was accepted, and we remained there over night.

As father had predicted, we found plenty of white bread at this house, and it proved quite a luxurious treat.
My curiosity was considerably aroused by the many negroes which I saw about the premises, as I had scarcely ever seen any colored people, the few, being on the steamboats as they passed up and down the Mississippi river.
The next day my father and mother drove over to Weston in a carriage, and returned with my Uncle Elijah.

We then all proceeded to his house, and as Kansas was not yet open for settlement as a territory, we remained there a few days, while father crossed over into Kansas on a prospecting tour.