I had many peculiar experiences in my log-cabin school-teaching,
which was seldom more than three months in one place. Only once I
found myself among New England people, and there I remained a
year or more, fairly reveling in a return to the familiar,
thrifty ways that seem to me to shape a more comfortable style of
living than any under the sun. "Vine Lodge" (so we named the
cottage for its embowering honey-suckles), and its warm-hearted
inmates, with my little white schoolhouse under the oaks, make
one of the brightest of my Western memories.
Only a mile or two away from this pretty retreat there was an
edifice towards which I often looked with longing. It was a
seminary for young women, probably at that time one of the best
in the country, certainly second to none in the West. It had
originated about a dozen years before, in a plan for Western
collegiate education, organized by Yale College graduates. It was
thought that women as well as men ought to share in the benefits
of such a plan, and the result was Monticello Seminary.
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