elated, for not every farm has 
“bully”? views. This farm has; 
but, in honor, know you any 
blues like Kansas blues, if there 
be sufficient distance? I have 
seen the blues in the Alleghanies 
and in the Adirondacks, and the 
White Mountains and Green 
Mountains, in the San Francisco 
Mountains and the Sierras, and 
the high roof ridges of the 
Rockies, but am bound to say 
I know not any blue distance so 
dreamy, quieting, and satisfying 
as a Kansas distance. This 
valley seen from my hill is 
scarred with figures of green 
trees where the scant brooks 
run, and the delight of green 
