My wife took from her hen roost ten young fowls, and I took four young
pigs, four sheep, and two goats. These we put in our large cart,
with such tools as we thought we should need, tied the black ox, the
cow, and the ass to the shafts, and then set off from The Nest.

We had to cross a wide plain, and here we met with some dwarf plants on
which, as Jack would have it, grew snow balls.

Fritz ran to see what they were, and brought me a twig to which clung
balls of snow white down. I held it up to show my wife, for I knew the
sight would please her still more than her sons.

"See," said I, "this is the COT-TON plant, which you have oft tried to
find. It seems to grow here as thick as weeds, and, if I am a judge, it
is of the best kind."

We got as much of this as our bags would hold, and my wife took care to
pluck some of the ripe seed, that we might raise a crop in our grounds
at Tent House.

At the end of the plain we came to the brow of a high hill, from which
the eye fell on a view the like of which we had not yet seen. Trees of
all kinds grew on the sides of the hill, and a clear stream ran through
the plain at its base, and shone bright in the rays of the sun.

We said at once that this should be the site of our new farm. Close by
we found a group of trees, the trunks of which, as they stood, would do
for the main props of the house.