Seeing these things growing up about him, at the suggestion and partly through the aid of his widely scattered but kind-hearted neighbours, Major Buford began to take on heart of grace.

He foresaw for his people an independence, rude and far below their former plane of life, it was true, yet infinitely better than a proud despair.
It was perhaps the women who suffered most in the transition from older lands to this new, wild region.

The barren and monotonous prospect, the high-keyed air and the perpetual winds, thinned and wore out the fragile form of Mrs.Buford.

This impetuous, nerve-wearing air was much different from the soft, warm winds of the flower-laden South.

At night as she lay down to sleep she did not hear the tinkle of music nor the voice of night-singing birds, which in the scenes of her girlhood had been familiar sounds.