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one. After being stuffed, it will be sent to Boston. A lady from Maine, who has been located on the hill west of us for a week or two, calls to say they have concluded to leave Kansas. Her husband is much pleased with the country, but the mills do not supply all the lumber people want just now, and he thinks he can't wait. A good deal of lumber has been sawed, but as we remember that the claims for ten miles around Lawrence are all taken, and that they depend upon the mill here for lumber, we can easily see that there must be a scarcity, and that each person must be content with little for the time being.

13th. - I attended a Sabbath school to-day, four miles out on the California road. There were quite a number of children pres ́ent, with some older persons. Some little English girls were very bright and interesting. The family at whose house the school was held are from Ohio. They are such good people that one feels it in their presence, and sincerity and unselfishness are manifested in their actions. They have long been earnest workers in the cause of humanity—have "fed the hungry, clothed the naked," and given the "cup of cold water" to the fainting soul. I attempted to hear a class of girls, whose ages varied from fourteen to eighteen, recite. They were all from the West, and mostly from Missouri. Some of them were bright, quick girls, but with one or two I puzzled my brain to know how to ask questions simply enough to be understood. They had no ideas of their own existence or of God.


The thunder rolls in deafening peals, reverberating across the hills, and the lightnings are one continual flash. There is not a moment that the forked, angry lightnings do not dart chain-like in every and all directions, making the whole country. as light as noon-day. Objects miles distant are as clearly seen as by the sun's light. The rains come down a pouring, tumultuous flood, and the winds blow wildly, threatening to overturn everything before them. The house being so unfinished, the saddle-boards not yet on the roof, the staging still standing around it, with crockery covering tables in the dining-room, and no back door, my presence was needed in several places at the same moment. While attempting to move my bed so the rains

would not float it off, there was a rattling of glass below stairs. As I reached the lower room, Mr. W. emerged from the other one, and asked, "Are you afraid the house will blow over?"

Upon my replying, "O, no, I am not afraid of anything," he seemed satisfied, and as quickly disappeared.

Concluding, from this present phase of the matter, I need expect no aid from my "prime minister," I went out and took down as much of the staging as I could - those pieces which were partly loose and striking the house. The shower lasted for hours. Although I have been among the Green Mountains when most severe showers raged there, and the reverberating roar was incessant, I never experienced anything equal in sublimity and grandeur to this.


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- The night brought another shower if possible, more severe than that of last night. All the evening the lightning flashed in every direction; but at midnight the thunders sounded, and the great drops fell. The grand artillery of heaven could hardly be distinguished from the noise of the furious blasts of wind and fast-flowing streams, which seem to scorn all oldfashioned showers. The shower came from the west, and there was nothing to break its force as it beat upon the house in full fury. There was a crash below. Hastily as possible I descended the stairway against the driving wind and pelting rain, which came full upon me the moment I stepped on to the staircase, almost taking away my breath. The door had been hung the day before; but the slight button which fastened it together was like a flaxen string before the gale, and the door with great force had been driven back against the wall. It was impossible to remove so much crockery and glass ware, which, on account of the unfinished cupboard, was still standing round, to any secure place; and it was but the work of a moment with me to "haul" a trunk of the largest size, filled with carpets, against the door after closing it. The next moment found trunk and me in the middle of the floor, and door again wide open. Another effort must be made; and, quicker than thought, or any calculations as to strength, the trunk was replaced, and a large black-walnut dining-table brought up against it.

At this juncture of affairs, the old gentleman made his appearance; and, after some casual remarks upon the weather, by way of suggestion, I spoke of adjusting the pipe, as it looked likely to fall. He looked at it rather suspiciously, though keeping at a safe distance from it, should some extra breath tottle it over, and, without comment, madé good his retreat. I was amused, and pitied his fears; then took down the pipe that it might occasion me no more thought. The storm lasted several hours, as on the previous night. It was quite impossible to shade one's eyes from the continual glare, and sleep came not until the morning shadows were breaking.

16th. One expected this morning to see some devastation some remnant or vestige of the last night's work - but earth never put on a more smiling face. There was no evidence of the lightning's dread power, although often in the night there was an unmistakable sound of its striking near. Instead of the valleys being full of water, and the earth a perfect sea, its thirsty pores had drank in all, and naught remained to tell of it save the grass bending under its heavy weight of glistening rain-drops.

For ten long months the drouth had been unprecedented. Many times a little cloud had arisen, awakening hopes of rain; but the cloud had passed by. In any other country than this, vegetation would have been entirely killed, root and branch dried up; but, before the rains came, even the gentle showers, the grass was clothing the naked earth in a mantle of greenness, and flowers, fairy-like in their gracefulness, were blooming in every sheltered nook. Now the "windows of heaven were opened," as in old time. The rains came, and the winds blew. Earth was gladdened in her vegetable life, and in her hidden springs. From many a dry spot, heretofore, the clear gushing waters came.

17th.— A most glorious morning. How gayly all nature looks! The woods over in the Delaware country are clothed in every shade of green, from the most delicate to the deepest sea-green, while beautiful browns and blue are intermingled. Until now I have never longed for the artist's skill in conveying to canvas these living pictures of beauty by the master's hand - more beautiful than that of any earthly limner, inasmuch as the heavenly is

above the earthly. Never until now have I revelled in such manifold and different shades of coloring, or felt so deeply my own insignificance beneath creative power. We admire, we worship, we adore, when His presence speaks in the loveliness of this Eden. We feel it in the voice of his thunders- in their unwritten magnificence and grandeur.

Take a walk down to the town, and call upon one of our fellowtravellers. We find her in a little cabin of mud walls, cotton-wood roof, and with cloth covering the inside. It is tent-shaped, and very small. There is an earthy smell and a stifled feeling as I enter the low door; and, as I at a glance see the want of comfort pervading all, I scarcely can find courage to ask how she likes Kansas. A bed, standing crosswise, fills up one entire end of the cabin, leaving only about eight feet square of space for the family, consisting of father, mother, and four little girls under six years. Two rough benches, about two feet in length, and two rude tables, make up the furniture. The cooking is done out of doors, after camp fashion. The children have been very ill, and the little one now tosses restlessly in its fevered dreams.

I talk cheerfully of the homes we hope to have when a few months are passed of the comforts, the institutions, which we will gather around us; but my heart is sad for the little, frail, heartbroken looking woman and her four little ones, and involuntarily my mind questions whether like cares shall make their young girlhood wear the look of age. I can bear no longer the oppression, the feeling that the walls will come together, crushing me like a mere shadow between them; and, with a promise to come again, breathe most thankfully the unconfined fresh air.

The mail is in, and, in the office of a friend near by the postoffice, we wait for its distribution. Letters from home are a pleasant reward. I met Mr. C., of Philadelphia, who says doctor has returned home with a carriage-load of company. There surely is no end to the company. The house now is full in every I give up my room again, and make two extra beds on the floor. I am not yet rested from my journey, and the constant excitement since. Now there is an ungoverned, noisy child, — a continual presence, and no quiet place in the house where I can


find a safe retreat. Several more strangers were in in the evening. A gentleman, just arrived from Massachusetts, is very ill, and sends up for doctor's attendance upon him. Doctor brought from Missouri a jar of butter- the first we have had — and some potatoes.

19th. A large carriage-load went down to the Wakarusa to visit the proposed site of a new town. I enjoyed the quiet occasioned by their absence beyond measure, and realized more fully than ever the truth of the injunction:

"Be to thyself a palace,

Else the world will be thy jail.”

They returned late in the evening, much pleased with the country and scenery. Their adventures, in crossing the Wakarusa at high water, occasioned more merriment in the retrospect than in the moment when the water was coming into the carriage-body over the top. They were delayed an hour by the straying off of one of their party, which came near preventing their return that night, as the water was rising very fast.

20th. - All went to church save E. and I, and the three-yearold boy, who intended to rule every one around him. A little decision proved very salutary with him, and we had a quiet morning. As we were nearly through supper a whistle sounded. Each one of us looked at every other in blank astonishment, until some one said, "It is the cars." The thought of a boat occurred to me, and was quickly spoken. The table was vacated in a trice. Some were looking out of the windows and doors, while others ran to the chamber windows. A steamboat was really in sight, and a pretty object she was as she floated gracefully towards the landing, now behind this building, and now that, with the tall old forest for a background. A friend brings in some wild strawberries. How they bring back days long ago, when we knew where the sweetest grew, and, with merry school-friends, travelled far for them through the dim woods down into the meadow!

21st. A bright May morning, clear and sunny, reminding one of the beautiful poem of Willis:

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