WALKS ABOUT TALLAHASSEE. 



I ARRIVED at Tallahassee, from Jackson- 

 ville, late in the afternoon, after a hot and 

 dusty ride of more than eight hours. The 

 distance is only a hundred and sixty odd 

 miles, I believe ; but with some bright ex- 

 ceptions, Southern railroads, like Southern 

 men, seem to be under the climate, and 

 schedule time is more or less a formality. 



For the first two thirds of the way the 

 country is flat and barren. Happily, I sat 

 within earshot of an amateur political econo- 

 mist, who, like myself, was journeying to 

 the State capital. By birth and education 

 he was a New York State man, I heard 

 him say ; an old abolitionist, who had voted 

 for Birney, Fremont, and all their successors 

 down to Hayes the only vote he was ever 

 ashamed of. Now he was a " greenbacker." 

 The country was going to the dogs, and all 

 because the government did not furnish 

 money enough. The people would find it 

 out some time, he guessed. He talked as a 



