The West was terra incognita to Joel, and he found much to interest and puzzle him.

The methods of farming were so different from those to which he had been accustomed that he spent the first week of his stay in trying to revolutionize them, much to the amusement of both Outfield and his father.

He at length learned that Eastern ways are not Western ways, and so became content to see wheat harvested by machinery and corn cultivated with strange, new implements.
He received one day a letter forwarded from Marchdale which bore the signature of the captain of the Harwell Varsity Football Eleven.

It asked him to keep in practice during the summer, and, if convenient, to report on the field two days before the commencement of the term.
Remsen's name was mentioned and Joel knew that he had him to thank for the letter.
The friends had decided to take a room together, and had applied for one in the spring.

Much to their gratification they were given a third floor room in Mayer, one of the best of the older college dormitories.