This habitation of man seemed like a nest in the grass, so thoroughly were the buildings and all the objects of human care harmonized with, what was natural.

The tall trees bent and whispered all around, as if to hail with, sheltering love the men who had come to dwell among them.
The young ladies were musicians, and spoke French fluently, having been educated in a convent.

Here in the prairie, they had learned to take care of the milk-room, and kill the rattlesnakes that assailed their poultry-yard.

Beneath the shade of heavy curtains you looked out from the high and large windows to see Norwegian peasants at work in their national dress.

In the wood grew, not only the flowers I had before seen, and wealth of tall, wild roses, but the splendid blue spiderwort, that ornament of our gardens.