...ill retire from war's alarms, dusty streets and muddy hydrant water. No high prices, no city taxes, no McClellan and Grant deepening the blue of the horizon and shelling you like an oyster. There Snooks will cut his own wood, and raise his own bacon. A green oasis in the desert; and the proprietor greener still to part for a small sum with such an Eden. Alas, for the vanity of human expectations...