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a land of desolation, wasted by the wicked hand of some 

 destroying power, instead of the wasteful ignorance and 

 mismanagement of the very people who should have pre- 

 served it even unto the third and fourth generation. 



There are several other gentlemen entitled to high 

 credit for the efforts they have made to arrest this de- 

 stroying process, and save this fine country from de- 

 struction. 



Union Point. — This is where the road from Athens 

 unites with the main stem, seven miles below Greensbor- 

 ough, 39 from Athens, and 75 miles from Augusta. 



Let us rise up and look out upon this blessed March 

 morning, so like those of lovely May with us, and as we 

 shall find but little to interest us in looking over the coun- 

 try, we will hold a most social and animated discussion 

 with these Georgia farmers on our trip up to Athens. The 

 rapid movement of the freight train with an attached 

 passenger car of a most dirty and uncomfortable appear- 

 ance, won't prevent our conversation. It runs slow and 

 sure. All of these pleasant conversations with the culti- 

 vators of the soil tend to improve it. At Athens we have 

 much to see and say. Let us first take our rest. In an- 

 other month I hope we shall meet again. 



Solon Robinson. 



The Traveller. — No. 8. 



[New York American Agriculturist, 10:335-36; Nov., 1851'] 



[March 19?, 1851] 



We approach Athens, literally, by railroad, as men- 

 tioned in my last from Union Point ; we do nothing more, 

 for the terminus of the road is upon one hill and the 

 town upon another, half a mile off, a deep valley and mill- 

 stream intervening. Upon this stream are cotton and 

 paper mills. This part of Georgia was designed by na- 

 ture for a manufacturing district, and in the hands of a 

 New England population, would be made so in a very 



' Reprinted in part in the Southern Cultivator, Augusta, Georgia, 

 9:185 (December, 1851). 



