There are islands, too--clumps of trees and willow-bushes--which rise out of this grassy ocean to break and relieve its uniformity; and these vary in size and numbers as do the isles of ocean, being numerous in some places, while in others they are so scarce that the traveller does not meet one in a long day's journey.

Thousands of beautiful flowers decked the greensward, and numbers of little birds hopped about among them.
"Now, lads," said Joe Blunt, reining up, "our troubles begin to-day." "Our troubles ?--our joys, you mean!" exclaimed Dick Varley.
"P'r'aps I don't mean nothin' o' the sort," retorted Joe.

"Man wos never intended to swaller his joys without a strong mixtur' o' troubles.

I s'pose he couldn't stand 'em pure.

Ye see we've got to the prairie now--" "One blind hoss might see dat!" interrupted Henri.
"An' we may or may not diskiver buffalo.