FELLOW WAYFARERS With the morn our way still lay among apples and honey, hives and orchards; a land of prosperous farms, sumptuous rolling downs, rich woodland, sheep, more pigs, more apple-barrels and velvety sunshine.

The old ruined houses had ceased, and the country had taken on a more generous, broad-shouldered, deep-bosomed aspect.

Nature was preparing for one of her big Promised Land effects.

We were coming to the valley of the Genesee River.

We made a comparison of two kinds of prosperity in the look of a landscape.