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"I'll not be a slip of a girl when I go through the gates o' heaven, but a mature matron, famous and honored."

"We are in a slave State now," wrote Jean, under date of April 16; "and from my limited experience I am forced to conclude that slavery is more deteriorating in its effects upon the white people we meet than it is upon the blacks. The primitive cultivating of the soil we saw in central Illinois, where the white men do their own farming, was bad enough, Gk)d knows; but the shiftless, aimless, happy-go-lucky work of the Missouri * niggers,' as they style themselves, is even worse. The white men we see at times are idle, pompous, and lazy. The white women are idle and apathetic; and the children are aimless and discouraged. Daddie says slavery is wrong, and no contingency can make it right; but I notice that he doesn't propose any remedy."

Prairie schooners were not known as "ships of the desert "then, for Joaquin Miller had not yet sought or acquired fame; and no Huntington or Holladay had made a transcontinental railway track, or tunnelled the sierras of the mighty West to open the way for the iron horse. Even the overland stage was an improvement as yet unknown; for Holladay had not yet established his relay stations, or sent his intrepid drivers out among the savages as heralds of approaching civilization.

"Daddy says humanity's a hog," was the leader in Jean's next entry in her diary. "The weather continued so bad, mother was so wan and weak, and the stock were so nearly starved, that he decided to stop over for a day or two near a farmhouse and barnyard, where there seemed a chance to purchase food for man and beast. But we were glad to move on after a rather brief experience. The farmer doubled the price of his hay and grain every morning after * worship,' reminding those of us who could not choose but hear his daily dole of advice