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and T?e met our friend at her little log cabin door. Everything 
looked comfortable, she was glad to see us, and we enjoyed our call 
much. We took a different route home, and found so many beau¬ 
tiful flowers, each one seeming more lovely than the last, that we 
hardly could be satisfied unless we gathered them all. 
27 th. — In the afternoon, horse and buggy were again put into 
requisition for a two miles’ drive in search of the friend we met at 
the mission. She had lived nearly all her life in Boston, and was 
wholly unaccustomed to hardships, and unused to many things in 
domestic economy with which country people are familiar, al¬ 
though they may never hav N e lent their own hands to the work. 
By instinct, almost, we found the cabin on the edge of a bluff, 
looking as if some high wind might take it over; but the door 
opened upon a finely rolling prairie, dotted all over with flowers, 
which, in variety of color, vied with the rainbow. 
The cabin was of wood, and small, yet with bed nicely dressed 
in snowy linen, little table with white cover, upon which were placed 
a Chinese work-box and vase of flowers, easy-chairs, of home 
manufacture, just ready for the stuffed covers; a stranger would 
at once perceive that the presiding genius of all, fragile and 
slight, dressed in gingham of the smallest plaid, with linen collar, 
had come from far New England; and, whether the home be 
humble or lofty, elegance and taste would bring out their treas¬ 
ures to make it pleasant. Tier husband, a New Yorker by birth, 
by profession a lawyer, a poet, and musician, allured by the health¬ 
giving clearness of Kansas atmosphere, had sought and found that 
inestimable treasure. He came in while we were there; had driven 
home a cow just purchased. It was decided, against my earnest 
protest, that she should be milked, and that I should carry the 
milk home with me. It was but four o’clock in the afternoon — an 
unusual time for milking, I was sure; but they thought one time 
would do as well as another, and persisted in it, and I carried 
home the first milking, which proved much to my chagrin when I 
heard of it the last for that day. 
29th. — We attended church. How strangely everything ap¬ 
peared ! The hall where the meetings are held is in a two-storj 
wooden building. It is simply boarded with cotton-wood, and that 
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