Sarah's Uncle Rogers in Boston had kept them supplied with some of the best books and magazines of the time.

These they had read aloud with keen enjoyment.

Moreover, they remembered what they read and cherished and thought about it.
Let us take a look at them as they slowly leave the village of their birth.

The wagon is covered with tent cloth drawn over hickory arches.
They are sitting on a seat overlooking the oxen in the wagon front.

Tears are streaming down the face of the woman.