Father could plainly show us the difference between this country and Vermont and the advantages we had here.

There the land was poor and stony and the winters terribly severe.
Here there were no stones to plow over, and the land was otherwise easy to till.

We could raise almost anything, and have nice wheat bread to eat, far superior to the "Rye-and-Indian" we used to have.

The nice white bread was good enough to eat without butter, and in comparison this country seemed a real paradise.
The supply of clothing we brought with us had lasted until now--more than two years--and we had sowed some flax and raised sheep so that we began to get material of our own raising, from which to manufacture some more.

Mother and sister spun some nice yarn, both woolen and linen, and father had a loom made on which mother wove it up into cloth, and we were soon dressed up in bran new clothes again.