I declare, that was a fact.  I was sorry, too, for I’d got everything in creation to make anybody happy, and now I was frettin’ to be rich.  I thought I’d try to be like Major; but I expect it was mostly because of the looks of it, for I forgot to try before long.

Well, in the spring we was married; and when I come to go away, Major put a little red Bible into my trunk for a weddin’ present; but I was cryin’ too hard to thank her.  She swallowed down whatever choked her, and begged of me not to cry so, lest Russell should take it hard that I mourned to go with him.  But just then I was thinkin’ more of Major and mother than I was of Russell; they’d kept me bright and cheery always, and kept up my heart with their own good ways when I hadn’t no strength to do it for myself; and now I was goin’ off alone with Russell, and he wasn’t very cheerful-dispositioned, and somehow my courage give way all to once.

But I had to go; railroads don’t wait for nobody; and what with the long journey, and the new ways and things and people, I hadn’t no time to get real down once before we got to Indiana.  After we left the boat there was a spell of railroad, and then a long stage-ride to Cumberton; and then we had to hire a big wagon and team, so’s to get us out to our claim, thirty miles west’ard of Cumberton.  I hadn’t no time to feel real lonesome now, for all our things hed got to be onpacked, and packed over ag’in in the wagon; some on ’em had to be stored up, so’s to come another time.  We was two days gettin’ to the claim, the roads was so bad,—­mostly what they call corduroy, but a good stretch clear mud-holes.  By the time we got to the end on’t, I was tired out, just fit to cry; and such a house as was waitin’ for us!—­a real log shanty!  I see Russell looked real beat when he see my face; and I tried to brighten up; but I wished to my heart I was back with mother forty times that night, if I did once.  Then come the worst of all, clutterin’ everything right into that shanty; for our frame-house wouldn’t be done for two months, and there wa’n’t scarce room for what we’d brought, so’t we couldn’t think of sendin’ for what was stored to Cumberton.  I didn’t sleep none for two nights, because of the whip-poor-wills that set on a tree close by, and called till mornin’ light; but after that I was too tired to lie awake.

Well, it was real lonesome, but it was all new at first, and Russell was to work near by, so’t I could see him, and oftentimes hear him whistle; and I had the garden to make, round to the new house, for I knew more about the plantin’ of it than he did, ’specially my posy-bed, and I had a good time gettin’ new flowers out of the woods.  And the woods was real splendid,—­great tall tulip-trees, as high as a steeple and round as a quill, without any sort o’ branches ever so fur up, and the whole top full of the yeller tulips and the queer snipped-lookin’ shiny leaves, till they looked like great bow-pots on sticks; then there’s lots of other great trees, only they’re all mostly spindled up in them woods.  But the flowers that grow round on the ma’sh edges and in the clearin’s do beat all.