'Oh, yes; them's what makes buckwheaters.' 'Look
at them cows (oxen plowing); my mother used to milk cows.' As we whirled
through orchards loaded with large, red apples, their enthusiasm rose to
the highest pitch. It was difficult to keep them within doors. Arms
stretched out, hats swinging, eyes swimming, mouths watering, and all
screaming--'Oh! oh! just look at 'em! Mister, be they any sich in
Michi_gan?_ Then I'm in for _that_ place--three cheers for Michi_gan!'_
We had been riding in comparative quiet for nearly an hour, when all at
once the greatest excitement broke out. We were passing a cornfield
spread over with ripe yellow pumpkins. 'Oh! yonder! look! Just look at
'em!' and in an instant the same exclamation was echoed from forty-seven
mouths. 'Jist look at 'em! What a heap of _mushmillons!'_ 'Mister, do
they make mushmillons in Michi_gan?'_ 'Ah, fellers, _ain't_ that the
country tho'--won't we have nice things to eat?' 'Yes, and won't we
_sell_ some, too?' 'Hip! hip! boys; three cheers for Michi_gan!'_

"At Buffalo we received great kindness from Mr. Harrison, the
freight-agent and this was by no means his first service to the
Children's Aid Society. Several boys and girls whom we have sent West
have received the kindest attention at his hands. I am sure Mr. H.'s
fireside must be a happy spot. Also Mr. Noble, agent for the Mich. C. R.
R., gave me a letter of introduction, which was of great service on the
way.

"We were in Buffalo nine hours, and the boys had the liberty of the
town, but were all on board the boat in season. We went down to our
place, the steerage cabin, and no one but an emigrant on a lake-boat can
understand the night we spent. The berths are covered with a coarse
mattress, used by a thousand different passengers, and never changed
till they are filled with stench and vermin. The emigrants spend the
night in washing, smoking, drinking, singing, sleep, and licentiousness.
It was the last night in the freight-car repeated, with the addition of
a touch of sea-sickness, and of the stamping, neighing, and bleating of
a hundred horses and sheep over our heads, and the effluvia of their
filth pouring through the open gangway. But we survived the night; _how_
had better not be detailed. In the morning we got outside upon the
boxes, and enjoyed the beautiful day. The boys were in good spirits,
sung songs, told New York yarns, and made friends generally among the
passengers. Occasionally, some one mo