strong waggon drawn by a stalwart pair of horses, and
supplied with all that could be needed, as the journey
was through Rock River valley, beyond the regions of
trade and barter. Margaret speaks of " a guide
cqually admirable as marshal and companion.” This
was none other than a younger brother of James Free-
man Clarke, William Hull Clarke by name, a man who
then and thereafter made Chicago his home, and
who lived and died an honoured and respected citizen.
This journey with Margarct, in which his, own sister
was of the party, always remained one of the poetic
recollections of his early life. He had suffered much
from untoward circumstances, and was beginning to
lose the elasticity of youth under the burden of his
dissourageinents., Margaret's sympathy divined the
depth and delicacy of William Clarke's character, and
her unconquerable spirit lifted him from the abyss of
despondency into a cheerfulness and courage which
nevermore forsook him.
Returning to Chicago, Margaret once more embarked for lake travel, and her next chapter describes Wisconsin, at that time "a Territory, not yet a State; still nearer the acorn than we were."
Milwaukee was then a small town, promising, as she says, "to be, some time, a fine one." The yellow brick, of which she found it mostly built, pleased her, as it has pleased the world since. No railroads with mysterious initials served, in those days, the needs of that vast region. The steamer, arriving once in twenty four hours, brought mails and travellers, and a little stir of novelty and excitement. Going a day's journey into the adjacent country, Margaret and her companions found such accommodation as is here mentioned:—
“The little log-cabin where we slept, with its flower-
