Only one unusual incident occurred in Susannah's presently peaceful life.

One day in the golden October she set out to walk some distance up the valley of the Chagrin River.

The object of the walk was a visit to one of the outlying farmhouses occupied by a family of the Saints; but Susannah, as was her wont, found more joy in the walk than in the visit.
When she had passed beyond the meeting of the waters, the valley lay long before her, about a mile in width and quite flat.

The stream was scarcely seen; the ground was covered with flowery weeds, white asters with their myriad tiny stars, the pale seed feathers of the golden rod, high grasses, and wild things innumerable which had been turned brown and gray by the autumn sun, pink clumps of the rice weed, and small groves of the scarlet stalks of the wild buckwheat.

This level sea of weeds stood so high that when she threaded the narrow path they reached above her waist.