A part of the road I traveled over in the summer of 1840 on my return to St. Louis after bringing you home.
If any one had told me that the next time I traveled that road would have been my present errand, I should have supposed him insane.
I enjoyed the mountains as I rode along.
The views were magnificent.
The valleys so peaceful, the scenery so beautiful!
What a glorious world Almighty God has given us!
How thankless and ungrateful we are!
And from Valley Mountain, August 9, 1861, he writes: I have been three days coming from Monterey to Huntersville.
The mountains are beautiful, fertile to the tops, covered with the richest sward and blue grass and white clover.
The inclosed fields wave with a natural growth of timothy.
This is a magnificent grazing country, and all it wants is labor to clear the mountainsides of timber.
It has rained, I believe, some portion of every day since I left Staunton.
Now it is pouring.
Colonel Washington, Captain Taliaferro, and