accustomed to western life. Mr. Santon had found his lands to be in a
very good state of cultivation, the former owner having been a Dutchman,
who thoroughly understood what a good farm ought to be. Mrs. Santon had
proved herself to be one of the best of housekeepers, and greatly did
she pride herself on her abilities for filling the station of a farmer's
wife. As they sat down of an evening, to their meal of bacon and Indian
cakes, and contrasted their present circumstances with what had been
their former situation in life, they could not repress a smile at the
change; but they were happy, contented in their humble home, and the
bread which had been earned by the sweat of the brow was sweeter, the
social enjoyments dearer, than when in fashionable life they had been
obliged to live with an eye to the customs of society; even Winnie had
found some attractions in their little western home. The neighbors
comprising those who lived for twenty miles around, the nearest being a
mile distant, were pleasant, light-hearted people, and the civilities
which were shown to the new comers were without end.

A small log-house, unlike the others of the settlement in its exterior,
inasmuch as it was honored with an additional door, served as their
place of worship; and it was with great joy that Winnie looked forward
to Sunday morning, when, mounted upon her pony, she might ride off for
six miles to the church, accompanied by her father and mother, each
riding their respective horses. Arrived at the church, they dismounted
at the great horseblock, leaving their hats and mantles thereon, as was
the custom; and it was a pretty sight to see the ladies walking into
church, their cheeks glowing with exercise, and the fresh, morning air.
As Winnie entered, her long curls composing themselves after a frolic
with the breeze, many a sly glance was aimed at her from the neighboring
pews, in spite of the consciences of their owners reminding them that it
was holy day. It was a source of great comfort to Mrs. Santon, that she