Even the little streamlets and branches danced and jumped along the pebbly beds, while the minnows sported and frollicked under the shining ripples.

The very flocks and herds in the pasture looked happy and gay.

Even the screech of the wagons, that needed greasing, seemed to send forth a happy sound.
It was fine, I tell you.
The blackberries were ripe, and the roadsides were lined with this delicious fruit.

The Lord said that he would curse the ground for the disobedience of man, and henceforth it should bring forth thorns and briars; but the very briars that had been cursed were loaded with the abundance of God's goodness.

I felt, then, like David in one of his psalms--"The Lord is good, the Lord is good, for his mercy endureth forever." PLEASE PASS THE BUTTER For several days the wagon train continued on until we had arrived at the part of country to which we had been directed.