d plants, for we laid
out when we first went to the World's Fair to see one thing at a time so
fur as we could, and then tackle another, though I am free to confess
that it wuz sometimes like tacklin' the sea-shore to count the grains of
sand, or tacklin' the great north woods to count how many leaves wuz on
the trees, or measurin' the waters of Lake Ontario with a teaspoon, or
any other hard job you are a mind to bring up.

But this day we laid out to see as much as we could of the immense
display of flowers.

But where there is milds and milds of clear flowers, what can you do?
You can't look at every one on 'em, to save your life.

Why, to jest give you a small idee of the magnitude and size, jest think
of five hundred thousand pansies from every quarter of the globe, and
every beautiful color that wuz ever seen or drempt of. You know them
posies do look some like faces, and the faces look like "the great
multitude no man could number," that we read about, and every one of
them faces a-bloomin' with every color of the rainbow. And speakin' of
rainbows, before long we did see one--a long, shinin', glitterin'
rainbow, made out of pure pansies, of which more anon and bimeby.

And then, think of seein' from five to ten millions of tulips. Why, I
had thought I had raised tulips; I had had from twenty to thirty in full
blow at one time, and had realized it, though I didn't mean to be proud
nor haughty.

But I knew that my tulips wuz fur ahead of Miss Isham's, or any other
Jonesvillian, and I had feelin's accordin'.

But then to think of ten millions of 'em--why, it would took Miss Isham
and me more'n a week to jest count 'em, and work hard, too, all the
time.

Why, when I jest stretched out my eye-sight to try to take in them ten
millions of globes of gorgeous beauty, my sperits sunk in me further
than the Queen of Sheba's did before the glory of Solomon; I felt that
minute that I would love to see Miss Sheba, and neighbor with her a
spell, and talk with her about pride, and how it felt when it wuz
a-fallin'. I could go ahead of her, fur, fur, and I thought I would have
loved to own it up to her, and if Solomon had been present, too, I
wouldn't have cared a mite--I felt humble. And I jest marched off and
never said a word about gittin' a root for me or Miss Isham--I wuz
fairly overcome.

And still we walked round through milds and milds of solid beauty and
bloom. Every beautiful posey I had ever hearn on, and the