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ospitable New Orleans！ Might it not be possible to tarry even here？ 〃No；〃 cried the inexorable George。 〃We have put our hand to the plough。 Who will turn back？〃 Two days of abject wretchedness on the Gulf of Mexico。 〃Why were we born？ Why did we not die before we left solid land？〃 And then the light…house at Vera Cruz。
〃Lo； land！ and all was well。〃
What a splendid city！ Why had nobody told them of this queen on the sea…shore？ Red and white towers； cupolas； battlements！ It was all like a story…book。 When they landed； to be sure； it was not quite so big a place as they had fancied from all this show； but for this they did not care。 To landthat was enough。 Had they landed on a sand…spit； they would have been in heaven。 No more swaying to and fro as they lay in bed； no more stumbling to and fro as they walked。 They refused the amazed Mexicans who wanted them to ride to the hotel。 To walk steadily was in itself a luxury。
And then it was not long before the men had selected the little caravan of horses and mules which were to carry them on their expedition of discovery。 Some valley of paradise； where a man could change his climate from midwinter to midsummer by a journey of a mile。 Did the consul happen to have heard of any such valley？
Had he heard of them？ He had heard of fifty。 He had not； indeed； heard of much else。 How could he help hearing of them？
Could the consul； then； recommend one or two valleys which might be for sale？ Or was it； perhaps； impossible to buy a foothold in such an Eden？
For sale！ There was nothing in the country； so far as the friend knew to whom the consul presented them； which was not for sale。 Anywhere in Queretaro； or why should they not go to the Baxio？ No； that was too flat and too far off。 There were pretty places round Xalapa。 Oh； plenty of plantations for sale。 But they need not go so far。 Anywhere on the rise of Chiquihiti。
Was the friend quite sure that there were no plumbers in the regions he named？
〃Never a plumber in Mexico。〃
Any life…insurance men？
〃Not one。〃 The prudent friend did not add； 〃Risk too high。〃
Were the public schools graded schools or district schools？
〃Not a public school in six provinces。〃
Would the neighbors be offended if we do not call？
〃Cut your throats if you did。〃
Did the friend think there would be many tramps？
The friend seemed more doubtful here； but suggested that the occasional use of a six…shooter reduced the number； and gave a certain reputation to the premises where it was employed which diminished much tramping afterward； and said that the law did not object to this method。
They returned to a dinner of fish； for which Vera Cruz is celebrated。 〃If what the man says be true；〃 said Ingham； 〃we must be very near heaven。〃
It was now in November。 Oh； the glory of that ride； as they left Vera Cruz and through a wilderness of color jogged slowly on to their new paradise！
〃Through Eden four glad couples took their way。〃
Higher and higher。 This wonder and that。 Not a blade of grass such as they ever saw before； not a chirping cricket such as they ever heard before； a hundred bright…winged birds； and not one that they had ever seen before。 Higher and higher。 Trees； skies； clouds； flowers； beasts； birds； insects； all new and all lovely。
The final purchase was of one small plantation； with a house large enough for a little army； yet without a stair。 Oranges； lemons； pomegranates； mangoes； bananas； pine…apples； coffee； sugarwhat did not ripen in those perennial gardens？ Half a mile above there were two smaller houses belonging to the same estate； half a mile above； another was purchased easily。 This was too cold to stay in in November； but in June and July and August the temperature would be sixty…six； without change。
They sent back the mules。 A telegram from Vera Cruz brought from Boston； in fifteen days； the best books in the world； the best piano in the world； a few boxes of colors for the artists； a few reams of paper； and a few dozen of pencils for the men。 And then began four months of blessed life。 Never a gas…bill nor a water…leak； never a crack in the furnace nor a man to put in coal； never a request to speak for the benefit of the Fenians； never the necessity of attending at a primary meeting。 The ladies found in their walks these gentle Mexican children； simple； happy； civil； and with the strange idea that the object for which life is given is that men may live。 They came home with new wealth untold every day of ipomoea； convolvulus； passion…flowers； and orchids。 The gentlemen brought back every day a new species； even a new genus；a new illustration of evolution； or a new mystery to be accounted for by the law of natural selection。 Night was all sleep； day was all life。 Digestion waited upon appetite； appetite waited upon exercise； exercise waited upon study； study waited upon conversation； conversation waited upon love。 Could it be that November was over？ Can life run by so fast？ Can it be that Christmas has come？ Can we let life go by so fast？ Is it possible that it is the end of January？ We cannot let life go so fast。 Really； is this St。 Valentine's Day！ When ever did life go so fast？
And with the 1st of March the mules were ordered； and they moved to the next higher level。 The men and women walked。 And there； on the grade of a new climate； they began on a new botany； on new discoveries； and happy life found new forms as they began again。
So sped April and so sped May。 Life had its battles；oh yes； because it was life。 But they were not the pettiest of battles。 They were not the battles of prisoners shut up； to keep out the weather； in cells fifteen feet square。 They fought； if they fought； with God's air in their veins； and God's warm sunshine around them； and God's blue sky above them。 So they did what they could； as they wrote and read and drew and painted； as they walked and ran and swam and rode and drove； as they encouraged this peon boy and taught that peon girl； smoothed this old woman's pillow and listened to that old man's story； as they analyzed these wonderful flowers； as they tasted these wonderful fruits； as they climbed these wonderful mountains； or； at night； as they pointed the telescope through this cloudless and stainless sky。
With all their might they lived。 And they were so many； and there were so many round them to whom their coming was a new life； that they lived in love； and every day drank in of the infinite elixir。
But June came。 The mules are sent for again。 Again they walked a quarter of a mile。 And here in the little whitewashed cottage； with only a selection from the books below； with two guitars and a flute in place of the piano；here they made ready for three weeks of June。 Only three weeks； for on the 29th was the Commencement at Antioch； and Jane and Walter and Florence were to take their degrees。 There would need five days from Vera Cruz to reach them。 And so this summer was to be spent in the North with them； before October should bring all the children and the parents to the land of the open sky。 Three busy weeks between the 1st and the 22d； in which all the pictures must be finished； Ingham's