Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1.
Frank Moore, Ed.

On the route South, into the secession States, your baggage is examined, not directly upon your crossing the line between North Carolina and South Carolina, but at Florence, S. C., which is the inspection point. The cars ran up to a tall pole bearing the flag of the Confederate States. Then comes the revenue inspector, who calls out for passengers to hand over the keys of their baggage. Each trunk is taken out of the car, and its owner furnishes the key and aids the inspector in turning up the contents, and satisfies him that there is nothing contained in them. There is no getting off from this, and no feigned loss of keys nor bogus pretence of rusty locks can save you. No more offensive thing can be done than this to an American citizen in the United States, and it is one of the very last acts to which they will quietly submit.--V. Y. Express, April 29.