A &quot;Thousand-Mile Walk 



part, which was whirled around to the host, 

 and then whirled back with its new load. Thus 

 every plate was revolved into place, without 

 the assistance of any of the family. 



October 5. In &quot;pine barrens&quot; most of the 

 day. Low, level, sandy tracts; the pines wide 

 apart; the sunny spaces between full of beau 

 tiful abounding grasses, liatris, long, wand- 

 like solidago, saw palmettos, etc., covering the 

 ground in garden style. Here I sauntered in 

 delightful freedom, meeting none of the cat- 

 clawed vines, or shrubs, of the alluvial bot 

 toms. Dwarf live-oaks common. 



Toward evening I arrived at the home of Mr. 

 Cameron, a wealthy planter, who had large 

 bands of slaves at work in his cotton fields. 

 They still call him &quot;Massa.&quot; He tells me that 

 labor costs him less now than it did before the 

 emancipation of the negroes. When I arrived 

 I found him busily engaged in scouring the rust 

 off some cotton-gin saws which had been ly 

 ing for months at the bottom of his mill-pond 

 to prevent Sherman s &quot;bummers&quot; from des- 

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