But when they came to the line and
crossed it there was not even a mark on the ground; not so much as a
furrow such as Zene made planting corn. And at first Indiana looked
just like Ohio. Later, however, aunt Corinne felt a difference in the
States. Ohio had many ups and downs; many hillsides full of grain basking
in the sun. The woods of Indiana ran to moss, and sometimes descended to
bogginess, and broad-leaved paw-paw bushes crowded the shade; mighty
sycamores blotched with white, leaned over the streams: there was a
dreamy influence in the June air, and pale blue curtains of mist hung
over distances.
But at Richmond aunt Corinne and her nephew, both felt particularly
wide awake. They considered it the finest place they had seen since
the capital of Ohio. The people wore quaint, but handsome clothes.
They saw Quaker bonnets and broad-brimmed hats. Richmond is yet
called the Quaker city of Indiana. But what Robert Day and Corinne
noticed particularly was the array of wagons moved from street to
street, was an open square such as most Western towns had at that
date for farmers to unhitch their teams in, and in that open square a
closely covered wagon connected with a tent.
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