Old Man Fewkes told me he was going to Negosha--a region of which I had never heard.

It was away off to the westward, he said; and years afterward I made up my mind that the name was made up of the two words Nebraska and Dakota--not very well joined together.

Mrs.Fewkes was not strong for Negosha; and when Fewkes offered to go to Texas, she objected because it was so far.
"Why," said the old man indignantly, "it hain't only a matter of fifteen hundred mile! An' the trees is in constant varder!" He still harped on Negosha, though, and during the evening while we were fattening up on my bread and meat, which I had on a broad hint added to our meal, he told me that what he really wanted was an estate where he could have an artificial lake and keep some deer and plenty of ducks and geese.

Swans, too, he said could be raised at a profit, and sold to other well-to-do people.

He said that by good farming he could get along with only a few hundred acres of plow land.