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shared by my hopeful young widower before 

 mentioned, who expressed himself quite as 

 emphatically. He was brought up among 

 white people (" I 's been taughted a heap," 

 he said), and believed that the salvation of 

 the blacks lay in their recognition of white 

 supremacy. But he was less perspicacious 

 than the older man. He was one of the 

 very few persons whom I met at the South 

 who did not recognize me at sight as a Yan- 

 kee. " Are you a legislator-man ? " he 

 asked, at the end of our talk. The legisla- 

 ture was in session on the hill. But per- 

 haps, after all, he only meant to flatter me. 



If I am long on the way, it is because, as 

 I love always to have it, the going and com- 

 ing were the better part of the pilgrimage. 

 The estate itself is beautifully situated, with 

 far-away horizons ; but it has fallen into 

 great neglect, while the house, almost wi 

 ruins, and occupied by colored people, is to 

 Northern eyes hardly more than a larger 

 cabin. It put me in mind of the question 

 of a Western gentleman whom I met at St. 

 Augustine. He had come to Florida against 

 his will, the weather and the doctor having 

 combined against him, and was looking at 



