how we enjoyed seeing it! The green at Home is a healthier and better-looking green than the green in the tropics.
Saturday, May 17.—We have spent this day passing
through Ohio and Indiana. They are better states
than New Jersey, and our enthusiasm is increasing.
We are passengers on an all-steel train, and in no other
country in the world are equally good railroad accommodations
to be had. . . . Early in the afternoon,
nearly a thousand miles from the sea, we came to the
fourth or fifth city of the world: Chicago. An American
we saw last in New Zealand, Dr. Beeson, met us
at this place. Our social relations are rapidly improving.
Sunday, May 18.—This morning, when the conductor
came in to take my tickets, he said:
"Why, hello!"
I knew him: we were getting almost in sight of Home. When we went into the dining-car, the negro waiter spoke to us by name. . . . Shortly afterwards, the conductor sat down beside us, and, looking out of the south window, said:
"I never knew before you could see Potato Hill so plainly from this side of the river."
Then the Pullman conductor came in, and said:
"The next station is Atchison."
