"'But I must tell you that since I have been here I have had a beau. You must know that the young men, _in particular_, are very attentive to me. Well, among these is _one_ who is considered the finest young man in the place, and well he may be--he owns a good farm, which has a large barn upon it, and a neat two story house, all finished. These are the fruits of his own industry; besides he is remarkably good looking, is very large but well-proportioned, and has a good share of what I call real manly beauty. Soon after my arrival here I was introduced to this man--no, not _introduced_ neither, for they never think of such a thing here. They all know me of course, because I am a _stranger_. Some days, three, four, or half a dozen, call to see me, whom I never before saw or heard of; they come and speak to me as if I were an old acquaintance, and I converse with them as freely as if I had always known them from childhood. In this kind of a way I got acquainted with my beau, that _was_; he was very attentive to me from our first meeting. If we happened to be going anywhere in company he was sure to offer me his arm--no, I am wrong again, he never offered me his arm in his life. If you go to walk with a young man here, instead of offering you his arm as the young men do up our way, he either takes your hand in his, or passes one arm around your waist; and this he does with such a provoking, careless honesty, that you cannot for your life be offended with him. Well, I had walked with my Jonathan several times in this kind of style. I confess there was something in him I could not but like--he does not lack for wit, and has a good share of common sense; his language is never studied--he always seems to speak from the heart. So when he asked what sort of a companion he would make, I very candidly answered, that I thought he would make a very agreeable one. "I think just so of you," said he, "and it shall not be my fault," he continued, "if we are not companions for life." "We shall surely make a bargain," said he, after sitting silent a few moments, "so we'll _bundle_ to-night." "_Bundle_ what?" I asked. "_We_ will bundle together," said he; "you surely know what I mean." I know that our farmers bundle _wheat_, _cornstalks_ and _hay_; do you mean that you want me to help you bundle any of these?" inquired I. "I mean that I want you to stay with me to-night! It is the custom in this place, when a man stays with a girl, if it is warm weather, for them to throw themselves on the bed, outside the bed clothes; if the weather is cold, they crawl under the clothes, then if they have anything to _say_, they say it--when they get tired of talking they go to sleep; this is what we call bundling--now what do you call it in your part of the world?" "We have no such works,"