CHAPTER XI.
Wall, the next mornin'-- such is the wonderful balm of onbroken sleep that any one takes in onbeknown to themselves--we felt considerable brisk.
And Josiah proposed that we should go and pay attention to the Buildin' of Liberal Arts and Manafactures that day.
Havin' had my way the day before on goin' to the home and headquarters of my sect first, I thought it wuzn't no more than right that my pardner should have his way that day as to what buildin' we should pay attention to, and he wanted to go to the biggest one next.
He said that, "When he wuz a-shearin' sheep he always wanted to tackle the biggest one first, and he felt jest so about any hard job." I kinder wanted to go to the Art Gallery that mornin'; first wimmen, and then Art--them wuz my choices.

But Love prevailed.

And the feelin' that, after seein' the display that wimmen had wrought, that mebby it wuz best to go next to the largest house on the grounds, and the most liberal one.
So we sot off, after a good breakfast.
We thought we would meander kinder slow that mornin', and examine things closely.

Truly we had been too much overcome by that first visit the day before to take much notice of things in particular.
When that seen had bust onto us it wuz some like a blind man comin' to his sight in the middle of a June day.

He wouldn't pay any particular attention to each separate glory that made up the seen--blue sky, green fields, sunshine, white clouds, sparklin' waters, rustlin' trees, wavin' grass, roses, green fields, and so forth and so forth.
No, it would all mingle in one dazzlin' picture before his astounded eyeballs.