A "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 “pine barrens” 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 “Massa.” 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 “bummers” from des- 
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