right smile of welcome.

"Then, this is your Cayuga?"

"No, this is the Owasco; but we have not far to go. Cheer up, Julia,
cheer up, now, and prepare your dainty eyes for a peep at the loveliest
Eden."

They rode awhile longer, and another lake burst in beauty on their
gaze. "I know that is it, and here we come to the settlement. I
declare it is a lovely spot, worth coming to see! What waters, and
woods, and fields! I shall love this place, I know I shall. Ho! there
comes Uncle Walter to meet us now!"

And Uncle Walter was followed by Aunt Huldah, and Matthew and Julia
were heartily shaken, questioned and kissed, and led into the house,
and served to hospitalities, that would flatter and refresh the
proudest mortal's heart.

VI.

THE NEW HOME AND SETTLEMENT.

Matthew and Julia rose in the morning and went into their new home. It
was a great change for Julia, and nothing but contrasts reminded her of
her home at Mr. Mason's. But somehow it suited her heart the moment
she entered its doorway, and she took charge of its interests with
pride and joy; and hours, and days, and weeks, and months, and years
passed by with a much more rapid flight than before she was a bride.

And following the steps of Time through a few more rounds of his race,
and omitting to note the common events that rise up on the way, we will
now pause at a new stage of action, and attempt to recall the scenes.
The house remains yet before us, the same as when Julia first saw it,
except that a small addition has been built and furnished; a partition
takes off a bedroom from one end, and another window has been cut and
set in the chamber. It is a handsome log house as one would find in
all the Waldron Settlement. It is long and wide. The logs are hewn on
the inside; it has a white maple floor below, and a white basswood
floor above; it has a large open fireplace, and a stick chimney,
through which, as through a telescope, the stars may be counted at
night; and, whitewashed above and around, it presents a neat and
pleasant appearance.

The house stands on an eminence which overlooks nearly every field on
the farm, and admits you to sights as distant as the blue mountain
fringes lifted away beyond Ithaca in the south. There are maples,
ashes, and elms in the door-yard; there is a beautiful garden on the
east, and a cool and delightful spring of water on the west. There is
a log barn, thatched with straw, on the right; and bar