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"Where burns the fireside brightest.
Cheering the social breast?
Where beats the fond heart lightest,
Its humblest hopes possessed?

Where is the hour of sadness,

With meek-e}^ed patience borne.
Worth more than those of gladness.

Which mirth's gay cheeks adorn?

Pleasure is marked by fleetness.

To tliose whoever roam;
While grief itself has sweetness

At home — sweet home." Barton.

AUGUST, 1889.

On August 23, my Avife and I left Meadville for
Jamestown, and upon arrival there we walked to the house
of Frank Simmons, my cousin, where we were to spend
the night. During the evening two cousins, Rachel and
Elizabeth Phillips, from Meadville, but who were visiting
in Jamestown, called upon us, and we had a charming

August 24 — At an early hour this morning, with
Frank Simmons, we started for Chautauqua, and after a
trip on the cars and a delightful ride on the lake we
reached our destination. At the dock I met Dr. T. L.
Flood (of whom I have written before), who greeted
us heartily, saying: "Call and see me before leaving
Chautauqua." Grand Army Day at the lake had called


forth a vast assemblage of people. Dr. Paxton's address
was very iiiterestiiig, and Corporal Tanner's oration to
the veterans was inspiring to the highest degree. I
met several acquaintances, among them being Mr. Bush
and wife, of East Branch, O. B. Craven and wife, and P.
Walters; also Mrs. Jones, of Buffalo, N. Y., whom T have
always known, as she was one of my scholars when I
taught school.

August 25, 1889 — We attended several meetings at
the Hall of Philosophy in the evening, and heard short
addresses by Drs. liussell and Hurlbut. Also two lect-
ures by Col. Sanford, the noted traveler, on the subjects,
"Old Time" and "New Time," both very interesting.
The C. L. S. C. held its last meeting for the year, and
among other interesting things the tribute to John Bright,
the great English statesman, who died last March, de-
served the highest encomiums. In the afternoon of the
27th we Avent to Brocton, and were shown through the
basket factory of Hosea Crandall, who presented Mrs.
Waid with a grape basket. Mr. and Mrs. R. B. Deveupeck,
with whom we had a most pleasant visit at Brocton, ac-
companied us to the basket factory. While there we
were shown a grape vine with two clusters or stems of
grapes, one of last spring's planting; in fact, the grape
crop was good in all respects.

August 28 — We to-day again A'isited my cousin, E. B.
Devenpeck, to whom I gave our pictures. Cora also has
them, and thus they are well supplied. Mr. Devenpeck
drove us to the depot, and we went by train and boat,
"J. A. Burch," to Jamestown. On the Avay we met Pres-
ident G. AV. AVilliams and Dr. Hall and wife. We arrived
at Jamestown at 2:30 p. m., and after a protracted street-
car ride, in which a derailed car figured, we arrived at
Frank Colt's, where we spent the night.


August 29 — Stayed at William Cobb's, and in the
covirse of the day we called upon Harvey Simmons, and
afterward upon liis daughter, Mrs. Mamberts, and Mrs.
Andruss who live on Foot's Avenue, near Mr. Simmons".
In the afternoon we visited the Fair, and there met several
whom we knew. The exhibits at the Fair of poultry, cat-
tle and horses, were very fine. On the 30tli we visited the
cemetery, and on ou.r return called at tlie house of Will-
iam Bo wen. groin o^ from there to dine at Mr. Cobb's. After
dinner we took the stage from the Humphrey Hotel for
Busti, where we arrived after a dusty ride. We spent
the night at Henry Simmons', and there met Miss Mabel
Burns, of Buffalo, and Miss Minnie Howard, of James-
town. We were obliged to hurry through breakfast in
the morning to catch the stage which came earlier than
we had anticipated.

August 31 — While waiting in the stage for the mail
this morning I saw Dilbert Simmons, whom I introduced
to my wife and told of my ineffectual attempt to see him
the night before. Our hurry at this time was occasioned
by our desire to reach the house of Mr. Burns, at Frews-
burg, where we intended to spend Sunday. Upon reach-
ing Jamestown once more we were surprised and gratified
to find that we could take, at about 10 o'clock, a stage,
instead of being obliged to wait until the afternoon as Ave
had expected. We reached Mr. Burns' in time for din-
ner, and afterward, accompanied by our host, we went to
Connewango Creek, and took a short ride upon the little
steamer, "Hattie" (a new enterprise), manned by a crew
of two. The captain was waiting for a pleasure party from
Jamestown, and in the interim gave us a turn upon the
stream. Although a short trip, Ave entered thoroughly
into the spirit of it, and succeeded in extracting a fund
of enjoyment. Upon our return we found the party from


Jamestown, one of whom, Mr. Meyer, I knew, and by liim
we were introduced to the other excursionists. We
watched the little boat until it steamed out of sight, and
then we turned homeward. Anna and I will long remem-
ber this day, for into it was crowded a variety of events
seldom compassed by the time between sunrise and sunset.

Sunday, September 1 — We went to church and the
Sunday-school to-day. I had attended the same house of
worship before, and was fond of its services. After the
sermon Brother Stone spoke of the boy who, at Gettys-
burg, desirous of doing something for his country, had
filled the soldiers' canteens with water, and from this in-
cident Mr. Stone drew the lesson that it lay in the power
of everyone to do something for the kingdom of God in
its warfare against the Prince of the powers of dark-
ness. A collection had been taken up for missionary
work, and as the school superintendent, Miss Wilsey, told
me that the scholars had raised ^10, I gave her a like
sum, thus doubling the collection. I was glad to carry
out the spirit of the remarks that I had heard, and give
my mite in a good cause. In the afternoon Clara Burns,
my wife and I visited the cemetery, a beautiful spot,
bordered by Frew Creek, upon the bank of which stand
stately evergreens, throwing a pleasant shade into the
quiet home of the dead. Here are buried Robert Myers
and wife, and Mary, wife of Hugh Frew, born in County
Down, Ireland, in 1762, and died in Frewsburg, N. Y.,
in 1865, aged one hundred and three years.

September 2 — Our pleasant trip to Busti is over, and
we are now on our way to Ashville, where Ave will stop
at Mr. Fleek's. AVe did not see our cousin, Mrs. Leander
Simmons, as we expected, as she had gone to Jamestown
to see her youngest daughter. We arrived at Ashville
after a hot, dusty ride. I have met Dr. Mai'tin, the den-


tist, and on the train we saw Elizabeth Densmore and
other friends. Our visit at Fayette Fleek's, though
short, was pleasant. Mr. D. G. Fleek, the father of our
host, was visiting here yesterday. On the 3rd we ar-
rived in the evening at Meadville, and at once proceeded
to the home of Cora Williams, where we spent the night.
A rain has laid the dust and cooled the air, a most wel-
come change from the heat of Frewsburg. On the morn-
ing of the 4th we returned home, and upon our arrival
we found that my sons, Fred and Guinnip, with their
wives, had gone to the International Fair at Buffalo.
[Here my Diary proper picks up the thread of my every-
day narrative.]

OCTOBER, 1889.

" To me there is no place or time;
I am at home in any clime;
I can be calm and free from care
In any land, for God is there."

Before starting on this, my third trip to Kansas, my
first one, however, in company with my dear wife, Anna,
I found much on my hands to complete in the way of fi-
nancial interests, farm business as well as home affairs.
Indeed it seemed almost impossible to get ready by the
day we intended to start, namelj^ Tuesday, October 8.
We had two special reasons for being at Anna's old
home on October 10 — first, it was her birthday, and
second, it was the anniversary of our engagement (Octo-
ber 10, 1888) as partners for life. Then add to these
reasons the love of relatives and friends, and of Kansas
itself, for I think the more I become acquainted with the
country and climate, the better I like it. While on our


way thither Ave saw laro^e fields of corn, but in no other
State did they look better than in Kansas. How large
and fine the corn looked there in July! And then to see,
as Anna and I did, in October, the immense quantity
ready to harvest, it looked as though the farmer would
be well compensated for his labor, even be given a reas-
onable profit; but alas! the present price of only seven-
teen cents per bushel is enough to blight all his prospects
in agricultural pursuits.

But I am digressing, and must return to my starting
point. This would be Anna's first visit from her new
home to her old one, after an absence of nearly three
months. And here let me place a thought on record, that
to me, at least, is of interest. If the dark side of life is
gloomy, the bright side brings happiness. "Every cloud
has a silver lining." Happiness we ought all to pursue,
and I am pleased to say I am not one of those who are
slow in the chase; but lasting happiness, in my expe-
rience, has only been found in the sunlight of Heaven
by faith in Christ, and in doing something for the Mas-
ter. Before Anna and I left her father's roof, on our
wedding tour and home trip, we promised her parents
that, if health were spared us, we would pay them a visit
in the fall. So they had good reason to expect us. I do
not wish to be misunderstood, in writing thus, as com-
plaining of married life. They who do not enter upon
its duties know not its joys, sorrows or trials.

It is easier to get ready than to start on a journey;
but ready we did get at last to leave,* as desired, on Octo-
ber 8, from Meadville, by the 3.45 p. m. train, via the
New York, Pennsylvania & Ohio, for Cincinnati; thence
we went to St. Louis by the Ohio & Mississippi ; from

* I shall never forget the little season of prayer luy wife and I had in our room,
hefore starting. Reference is made to it farther on in my Diary. — F. C. Waid.


there to Kansas City, via the Missouri Pacific, and thence
to Ottawa, Kas., via the Santa Fe road, a journey of about
one thousand miles in all. By coming with an excursion
we saved one-half our fare, the return tickets being
only $51.50; and where could I save |51.50 easier than
in this way when I had the opportunity? I may say that
I chose this route because it was new to Anna, and I
knew that it would please her to find that I studied her
happiness before all else. Happiness comes not only
from the heari, hut to tlie lieart. To me the route was
not new, as I had passed over it twice with Mr. Cut-
shall ; so the real pleasure on this occasion to me was the
enjoyment of the trip in company with my wife.

We arrived at 12:30 p. m., October 10, at Ottawa,
where we took dinner at the hotel with Joseph March,
my friend, with whom I stopped when last in that town,
and a few hours landed us at the door of the home of
Anna's maidenhood. I need not speak of the happy
greetings all round, of the sunny charms that ever sur-
round a reunion of kindred dear to one another, and of
friends true to each other. No one need ever tell me
there are no new pleasures in life's pathway; my expe-
rience teaches me differently. There are, and some very
prominent ones, too, pleasures so remarkable that we
always remember them. One I think I will never forget
I experienced on the evening of our arrival. As we sat
doAvn to supper, Anna exclaimed, to the surprise of all
present: " Wait a moment ! " Then turning to me she
said: ''Husband, give thanks.'''' I never in my life felt
more gratification in responding to a request of such a
nature than at that moment. It brought satisfaction to
my soul, for I had been entertaining a desire to do some-
thing to please the Lord, and now an opportunity had
presented itself, and we were blessed. The desire of my


heart was granted, although it came as a surprise. I
love the Lord's way of answering our prayers. He
knows just' when and v/here to do so, and this is what
brings His children peace. O, may such harmony ever
prevail !

It was pleasant to spend Anna's birthday in Kansas,
and part of the day on the homestead with her parents;
it brought a lasting pleasure, not easily effaced. But
one day does not last always; the journey of life is
onward, and should tend upicard to lead us to heaven.
Then the social chat during and after supper, and the
endless things Anna had to tell of our trip East and our
visit with so many relatives, as well as the seeing of
Chautauqua and Niagara. Indeed it was well we had a
month's visit, for there was so much to talk about, and it
was quite late this evening when we retired to rest.

On the following morning I went Avith Mr. Tyler and
John Cavinee to the orchard to help gather apples, and I
found they had several fine winter varieties: Snow, Ben
Davis, Lady's Blush (pipj^in) and others. We gathered
a load in the forenoon, and one wagon -load in the after-
noon. It afforded me gratification to help gather the fruit.
Business and pleasure travel in the same car. Peace and
harmony never quarrel. Our friends may outlive us, or
we may outlive them ; but we expect to meet them again,
whether it should be our lot or theirs to go first.

Summer lasts much longer in Kansas than in Penn-
sylvania, and the winters are shorter and milder; my
overcoat, when we arrived here, was not needed. On
October 12 the thermometer stood at 60° in the morning,
and at noon at 88°. This day Mr. Tyler and I went to
Ottawa in a two-horse conveyance on business, and while
there I made a deposit in the National Bank. Next day
being Sunday, Kouelle Tyler and I went to the Christian


Church, at Norwood, where we heard Rev. Mr. Johnston,
quite an aged man, preach from the text: Fight the good
fight of faith, interpreted "Fight the good fight of Chris-
tianity ; " a good sermon which I much appreciated. On
Monday, and on many days thereafter, I helped husk
corn, and I am almost ready to say I would rather do
that work in Kansas than in Pennsylvania, for here the
corn is better and ears larger.

On Tuesday morning, the cider apples having been
gathered Monday, Mr. Tyler and I took them to the
cider mill, about two miles north of here. Mr. Wayne
Lecner made the cider with our help. Mr. Tyler had
thirty baskets of apples and 107 gallons of cider, besides
some left, as he had no more storage. It took us, to make
the cider, about two hours and a half, probably rather less.
Mr. Tyler hitched his team (as it was a "sweep power")
and drove, Mr. Lecner scooped the apples into the hopper
from the wagon, whilst I "hied" away the pomace. When
the box was full, Mr. Lecner and I changed places,
put up cheese, and so on ; so when through grinding,
there was only the pressing and putting up the cider,
which was soon done, and we were ready to return home.
I am, in this little account of cider-making here, some-
what explicit, because it taught me how they make cider
in Kansas,* and a brief description of it may not be dis-
interesting to the reader. On that day we were indeed
busy ; we made the cider and husked four and a half loads
of corn. We finished husking the corn grown on the
piece of laud in front of Mr. Samuel Patterson's place
(about seven acres), which corn was planted by my son
Franklin. And while I was at work husking I could not
help wishing he was there to see the fine corn they grow

* I afterward saw cider made on a larger scale at Media, Douglass County, Kas.
For making cider their prices are higher than iu Pennsylvania.


in Kansas. This thought seemed to please me; my son
planted the corn. I was here then, and remained long
enough to see it grow ; one day I went out to help weed it.
I was but of little account, however, as compared with
two good hands who could do so much more; yet, boy-
like, I did what I could — it was a hot day, and I was an
invalid, but it did me good to do a little work.

I did not return East till July 15; then to think I
should be here again on the 10th of October, in time to help
husk it! I will here briefly describe how they husk corn
on Mr. Tyler's farm. He has two teams and two wagons,
each with a double box and extra side boards, called
"bang boards," each one being movable from one side of
the box to the other. They drive " straddle " or over one
row, and husk two or three rows in crossing the lot.
Even if one hand is husking, he usually husks two rows
at a time, and when there are only Rouelle and John to
pick corn they take both teams (thinking it pays better),
and they get along faster with their work, to have two
wagons. I would " pick corn " (as they call it) with one
awhile, and then with the other, but most of the time I
worked with John, and I will give the reason for John
and myself working together. Mr. R. P. Tyler is a quick,
active man, and I think can husk as many bushels of
corn in a day as "the next man." I admit John wore
gloves part of the time while picking corn, and I am no
extra hand to husk, yet, when a single man husks as
much corn along side of us as R. P. Tyler did, I think him
a fast husker. Mr. Tyler made the statement at the sup-
per table to-night that we had husked 150 bushels of
corn;* then dividing that by three, fifty bushels each is the
result. He said he had worked as far as the Rule of

=i=If one bushel of shelled corn takes one and a, half bushels of ears, so 150 bushels

of shelled are the yield from 225 bushels of ears.



Three in arithmetic, and he liked proportion, and to see
things equal. John and I were pleased, yet I remember,
when in Pennsylvania, his sister wrote of his husking
seventy -five bushels of corn in one day, which seemed
difficult to credit at the time, yet in present case of the
225 bushels he husked 100. But to-day's experience
in husking corn removes the difficulty; the half of 150
is 75, and that is where I would draw the line.

On the fifteenth, in the afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Lang-
don, neighbors of the Tylers, paid us a short visit. Mrs.
Langdon, I understand, has a cousin, Fayette Temple,
living at Edinboro, Erie Co., Penn., who is a distant rela-
tive of ours. I once knew Wilson Temple,* and when my
brother, George N., and I visited Fayette Allen, at Athens,
Penn., he spoke of Mrs. Temple, who, he thought, lived
at Conneautville, Penn. Mr. Langdon's folks are going
to move to Lake Charles, La., in the near future.

From this time forward there was little variation in
the routine of life on the farm — corn-husking, apple
gathering, haymaking, etc. On Sunday, October 20,
Rouelle Tyler, John Slaven (who worked for Mr. Tyler
when Mr. Cutshall and myself were here) and myself
went to Sabbath-school at Mineola, a place about three
miles northeast of here, direct west from Albert's; school-
house and church combined, has bells, and is pleasantly
located; attendance of scholars averages over fifty, and
altogether it is a very interesting Sunday-school. This
is my first visit to Mineola, and I shall want to come
again, for I found my afternoon well spent. The weather,
which has been remarkably fine hitherto, is now begin-
ning to show symptoms of change, like man, when he
feels as if the period of "the sere and yellow leaf" were
coming into his life.

* The Temples used to live in Meadville, and I remember Wilson Temple visiting
at my father's, and of us boys playing with him. — F. C. Waid.


" The melancholy days are come,
The saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds and naked woods,
And meadows brown and sere."

On October 22, I and Mr. Tyler went to Media to mill.
They grind by steam power, one engine running the
grist-mill, sorghum-mill and cider mill; they have also a
corn-sheller, which was in operation, loading a car with
corn. All were running in full blast except the sor-
ghum-mill. We came home by way of Norwood, where
I found some mail matter awaiting me.

On Saturday, October 26, Anna and I went to Ottawa,
where my wife introduced me to several new acquaintances,
among whom were George B. Renwick, a merchant former-
ly from the East ; Mrs. Shears, dry goods, with whom we
traded ; at another store I was introduced to Harry Dunn,
formerly from Oil City, Penn., and at still another store
I was given the acquaintance of Thomas Howell. While
in Ottawa we also had the pleasure of meeting Rev. E.
C. Boaz, already mentioned as being the minister who
married us. It seemed to me that to-day Ottawa was
having a large trade, as there was scarcely room on Main
Street to hitch a team. On our return, after crossing the
river at Main Street, we stopped at Mr. Cowdery's, whose
wife has been in poor health for a long time, and there
were but little hopes of recovery. By the time we
reached home it was quite cool, and the night before
there was quite a frost. On Sunday following the ther-
mometer stood, in the morning, at 28°, but the sun shone
beautifully through the day, smiling on all nature and
inviting to be happy. This day R. P. Tyler, John
Cavinee and myself went to Valley Chapel (the Methodist
Episcopal Church), and heard a young student, a Mr.
Slauter, from Baldwin University, preach. After the ser-
mon he came to me, being a stranger, and shook me by


the hand with a very brotherly greeting; I appreci-
ated his kindness, for I loved the young man. I said to
him: "You have helped me; I am glad I came to church;
your sermon has done me good." Mr, Slauter said he
was draicn toward me. Now the reader may wish to
know why I love the house of the Lord so well, and am
so frequently blest. First, and chiefly, I love and fear
the Lord, and delight to do His will. On entering Valley
Chapel and seeing the young man who was to address us,
my heart was uplifted in prayer on his behalf. I do not
know but what he did the same for me. One thing we
do know, we each received a blessing. In the afternoon
Anna, Hattie, Mr. Tyler and myself called to see Mr.
James F. Langdon and family, who, as said before, are
going to move to Lake Charles, La., probably in a few
days. I have had the pleasure of meeting them several
times since T came to Kansas, and hope I may even
some time visit them at their new home in Louisiana,
After returning home in the evening, John Cavinee and
I went to the Christian Church at Norwood. Eev. John-
son conducted services and preached a sermon, to me both
profitable and interesting, and I felt composed and happy
with the thought that I was another Sabbath day'^s jour-
ney nearer home. Mr, Johnson, on coming down the
aisle after service, shook hands with me, and I said to
him: " I thank the Lord for the Gospel, and do not for-
get the men who bring it to us; I love them." I am not
unlike the man who said that if a husband should love
his wife, there is no harm in telling her so occasionally.
I love to go to church because I am always so well paid
for going. I thank my friend for taking, or going with,
me to church. There are very pleasant hours of real en-
joyment along the pathway of life, many of them at
home; some among relatives and friends; others in trav-


eling and sightseeing, and in the enjoyment of life
abroad. But I give the church, the house of the Lord,
the preference; and here I raise the question, where in
my life have I had more pleasing favor and blessing than
at church? Where, anywhere else, have I been taught
such great lessons of life as I have been in the Sunday-
school and at church? I believe in attending the differ-
ent branches of Christ's church, as it broadens our views
and makes better men of us. We love Christ more, and
serve him better. We can not be like Him until we do
as he did. He loved all mankind. He has told us what
to do, and it is all written out most plainly in His word.
On Monday, October 28, Mr. Tyler was busy finishing
his haying — taking in his second crop of clover. While
he was out in the timber the two dogs treed a large coon,
which was captured and brought in. It was quite a show
for little Vera and the rest of the family. While gather-
ing the clover hay in piles, and getting it ready to stack,
I was reminded of haying in former years in Pennsyl-
vania. In the West they hay later in the season. I used
to think September was a late month to finish haying in,
but here, to-day, in Kansas, Mr. Tyler is stacking his
second crop of clover hay! It was cut with a reaper and
then allowed to lie till dry or cured, and pitched in heaps

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