a new england girlhood-第42章
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We went by a southerly route； on account of starting so early in the season there was snow on the ground the day we left。 On the second day； after a moonlight night on Long Island Sound； we were floating down the Delaware； between shores misty…green with buidding willows； then （most of us seasick； though I was not） we were tossed across Chesapeake Bay； then there was a railway ride to the Alleghanies； which gave us glimpses of the Potomac and the Blue Ridge； and of the lovely scenery around Harper's Ferry； then followed a stifling night on the mountains； when we were packed like sardines into a stagecoach； without a breath of air； and the passengers were cross because the baby cried； while I felt inwardly glad that one voice among us could give utterance to the general discomfort； my own part of which I could have borne if I could only have had an occasional peep out at the mountain…side。 After that it was all river…voyaging； down the Monongahela into the Ohio； and up the Mississippi。
As I recall this part of it； I should say that it was the perfection of a Western journey to travel in early spring by an Ohio River steamboat；such steamboats as they had forty years ago； comfortable； roomy； and well ordered。 The company was social； as Western emigrants were wont to be when there were not so very many of them； and the shores of the river； then only thinly populated； were a constantly shifting panorama of wilderness beauty。 I have never since seen a combination of spring colors so delicate as those shown by the uplifted forests of the Ohio； where the pure white of the dogwood and the peach… bloom tint of the red…bud （Judas tree） were contrasted with soft shades of green； almost endlessly various； on the unfolding leafage。
Contrasted with the Ohio； the Mississippi had nothing to show but breadth and muddiness。 More than one of us glanced at its level shores； edged with a monotonous growth of cottonwood； and sent back a sigh towards the banks of the Merrimack。 But we did not let each other know what the sigh was for； until long after。 The breaking…up of our little company when the steamboat landed at Saint Louis was like the ending of a pleasant dream。 We had to wake up to the fact that by striking due east thirty or forty miles across that monotonous Greenness； we should reach our destination； and must accept whatever we should find there； with such grace as we could。
What we did find； and did not find； there is not room fully to relate here。 Ours was at first the roughest kind of pioneering experience； such as persons brought up in our well…to…do New England could not be in the least prepared for； though they might imagine they were； as we did。 We were dropped down finally upon a vast green expense； extending hundreds of miles north and south through the State of Illinois； then known as Looking…Glass Prairie。 The nearest cabin to our own was about a mile away； and so small that at that distance it looked like a shingle set up endwise in the grass。 Nothing else was in sight； not even a tree； although we could see miles and miles in every direction。 There were only the hollow blue heavens above us and the level green prairie around us；an immensity of intense loneliness。 We seldom saw a cloud in the sky； and never a pebble beneath our feet。 If we could have picked up the commonest one； we should have treasured it like a diamond。 Nothing in nature now seemed so beautiful to us as rocks。 We had never dreamed of a world without them； it seemed like living on a floor without walls or foundations。
After a while we became accustomed to the vast sameness； and even liked it in a lukewarm way。 And there were times when it filled us with emotions of grandeur。 Boundlessness in itself is impressive； it makes us feel our littleness； and yet releases us from that littleness。
The grass was always astir； blowing one way； like the waves of the sea； for there was a steady； almost an unvarying wind from the south。 It was like the sea； and yet even more wonderful； for it was a sea of living and growing things。 The Spirit of God was moving upon the face of the earth； and breathing everything into life。 We were but specks on the great landscape。 But God was above it all； penetrating it and us with his infinite warmth。 The distance from human beings made the Invisible One seem so near！ Only Nature and ourselves now； face to face with Him！
We could scarcely have found in all the world a more complete contrast to the moving crowds and the whir and dust of the City of Spindles； than this unpeopled； silent prairie。
For myself； I know that I was sent in upon my own thoughts deeper than I had ever been before。 I began to question things which I had never before doubted。 I must have reality。 Nothing but transparent truth would bear the test of this great； solitary stillness。 As the prairies lay open to the sunshine； my heart seemed to lie bare beneath the piercing eye of the All…Seeing。 I may say with gratitude that only some superficial rubbish of acquired opinion was scorched away by this searching light and heat。 The faith of my childhood； in its simplest elements； took firmer root as it found broader room to grow in。
I had many peculiar experiences in my log…cabin school…teaching； which was seldom more than three months in one place。 Only once I found myself among New England people； and there I remained a year or more； fairly reveling in a return to the familiar； thrifty ways that seem to me to shape a more comfortable style of living than any under the sun。 〃Vine Lodge〃 （so we named the cottage for its embowering honey…suckles）； and its warm…hearted inmates； with my little white schoolhouse under the oaks； make one of the brightest of my Western memories。
Only a mile or two away from this pretty retreat there was an edifice towards which I often looked with longing。 It was a seminary for young women； probably at that time one of the best in the country； certainly second to none in the West。 It had originated about a dozen years before； in a plan for Western collegiate education； organized by Yale College graduates。 It was thought that women as well as men ought to share in the benefits of such a plan； and the result was Monticello Seminary。 The good man whose wealth had made the institution a possibility lived in the neighborhood。 Its trustees were of the best type of pioneer manhood； and its pupils came from all parts of the South and West。
Its PrincipalI wonder now that I could have lived so near her for a year without becoming acquainted with her；but her high local reputation as an intellectual woman inspired me with awe； and I was foolishly diffident。 One day； however； upon the persuasion of my friends at Vine Lodge； who knew my wishes for a higher education； I went with them to call upon her。 We talked about the matter which had been in my thoughts so long； and she gave me not only a cordial but an urgent invitation to come and enroll myself as a student。 There were arrangements for those who could not incur the current expenses； to meet them by doing part of the domestic work； and of these I gladly availed myself。 The stately limestone edifice； standing in the midst of an original growth of forest…trees； two or three miles from the Mississippi River； became my home my student…homefor three years。 The benefits of those three years I have been reaping ever since； I trust not altogether selfishly。 It was always my desire and my ambition as a teacher； to help my pupils as my teachers had helped me。
The course of study at Monticello Seminary was the broadest； the most college…like； that I have ever known； and I have had experience since in several institutions of the kind。 The study of mediaeval and modern history； and of the history of modern philosophy； especially； opened new vistas to me。 In these our Principal was also our teacher； and her method was to show us the tendencies of thought； to put our minds into the great current of human affairs； leaving us to collect details as we could； then or afterward。 We came thus to feel that these were life…long studies； as indeed they are。
The course was somewhat elective； but her advice to me was； not to omit anything because I did not like it。 I had a natural distaste for mathemat
