Here was a pleasant scene,--a rich and beautiful estate, several happy families, who had removed together, and formed a natural community, ready to help and enliven one another.

They were farmers at home, in Western New York, and both men and women knew how to work.

Yet even here the women did not like the change, but they were willing, "as it might be best for the young folks." Their hospitality was great: the houseful of women and pretty children seemed all of one mind.
Returning to Milwaukie much fatigued, I entertained myself: for a day or two with reading.

The book I had brought with me was in strong contrast with, the life around, me.

Very strange was this vision of an exalted and sensitive existence, which seemed to invade the next sphere, in contrast with the spontaneous, instinctive life, so healthy and so near the ground I had been surveying.