When the day of Finney's preaching came, after her husband had gone to his afternoon work, she rode out of Kirtland.
Since she had made up her mind to disobey she had said nothing further to Angel.

Why inflict upon him the painful attempt to hinder her which his conscience would demand?
The last snow-wreath had faded, but there was not as yet a bud or blade of perfect green.

The valley of the Chagrin lay almost hueless in the cold sunshine.

A light wind was blowing over its levels of standing weeds, and whispering in the bare arms of the huge nut-trees upon its bluffs.
When the sun began to sink, Susannah had reached the low rolling ground that surrounds Hiram.

The landscape here had a less distinctive character, and there was no vapour in the sky to make the sunset beautiful.