We were thankful when safely landed once more in the old homestead in Johnstown, where we arrived at midnight.

As our beloved parents had received no warning of our coming, the whole household was aroused to dispose of us.

But now in safe harbor, 'mid familiar scenes and pleasant memories, our slumbers were indeed refreshing.

How rapidly one throws off all care and anxiety under the parental roof, and how at sea one feels, no matter what the age may be, when the loved ones are gone forever and the home of childhood is but a dream of the past.
After a few days of rest I started, alone, for my new home, quite happy with the responsibility of repairing a house and putting all things in order.

I was already acquainted with many of the people and the surroundings in Seneca Falls, as my sister, Mrs.Bayard, had lived there several years, and I had frequently made her long visits.