
          972.

missed the cool breezes we had had on the boat.  A chinquapin
with almost ripe fruit and blossoms attracted my attention.  It
seems as if the continued cool spring-like termperature and the
frequent rains have caused new growth.  It is on the new growth
that I found the blossoms.

We followed the road for some distance, when we came to a store.
The store was kept by a brother of our first Mr. Meeks.  Here we
again asked the way, and were directed to take the road passing
the store.  We next came to the store of Mr. Williams on the Mt. R'd.
I now knew where I was, for I had been there last summer.
We now took the same route that I took on that occasion.
We passed the old negro church, but the camp meeting had not
yet started.  We soon came to the farm of a colored man by
the name of Jackson.  We were attracted by the sight of the large
watermelons.  So we went up to the little hut.  No one was
at home, but presently we saw a colored woman coming from 
across the field.  We found her fairly intelligent.  She told
us her husband owned the farm, that they had worked hard
and now they owned the place.  She had some cantaloups, but
they were too ripe, still, if we cared to eat any of them we
        