years had made the country bare and barren as a threshing-floor, the region through which it now passed seemed a very Araby the Blest.
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The barns and sheds were filled with tobacco in various stages of curing, to which lovers of the weed freely helped themselves.
A short halt was made at Guiney's Station; then, pressing on, we arrived at Bowling Green about noon, thirsty and dusty.
This is a small settlement, forty-five miles north of Richmond, having in 1860 a white population of 237.
There was not an able-bodied white man to be seen, but women, children, and negroes abounded.
Some of the women were communicative, yet seemingly so only to give utterance to sentiments of the most intense disloyalty.
You'll be coming back over these roads quicker than you are going now.
Are you going On to Richmond?
You'll all lay your bones in the ground before you get a sight of it,—were mild specimens of the remarks with which they cheered us on in their m