There's the buffalo, elk and antelope, too; While the grass is filled with chicken and

quail,

And there is the turkey that weighs

twenty-two.

I'll put in my crops, and go hunting, you know,

While you mind the children, and live at your ease.

No smudges to build, the mosquitoes to

scare;

No potatoes to bury, for there they won't freeze.

Now, wife, we will dream of that land of delight,

How we'll gather the flowers that cover the lea;

That fertile vale, with fountains so clear,

That cherished home this fall, we will see.

Kansas as it is.

ANSAS is a noted state,

With many thriving towns,
But like all other states, you know,
She has her ups and downs.

Kansas yet is young in years,

But not ashamed of her acres tilled; Nor of the stock she sends abroad; Nor of her cribs, her corn has filled.

She's rich in mines of zinc and lead; And coal is found of every hue, Her gypsum mills grind up her rocks, That makes your old land new.

Farm Residence of Capt. Joseph Wilson and Son, in Northern Kansas, in 1883.