. Highways and byways of the South. sostrewn with stones you had to keep a sharp lookoutto discern the soil. The farmers were scratching aroundwith ploughs, harrows, and hoes, getting their corn intothe ground, and I noted one field where some boyswere planting an acre of watermelons. It was an ideal spring day. The sky was delicatelyblue, with here and there a fluffy cloud adrift on it; asoft breeze kept the new foliage in a constant ripple ;the air was full of warmth and was vibrant with thetwitter of birds and the buzzing of flies and twinkled amid the greenery, and sometimesan
. Highways and byways of the South. sostrewn with stones you had to keep a sharp lookoutto discern the soil. The farmers were scratching aroundwith ploughs, harrows, and hoes, getting their corn intothe ground, and I noted one field where some boyswere planting an acre of watermelons. It was an ideal spring day. The sky was delicatelyblue, with here and there a fluffy cloud adrift on it; asoft breeze kept the new foliage in a constant ripple ;the air was full of warmth and was vibrant with thetwitter of birds and the buzzing of flies and twinkled amid the greenery, and sometimesan azalea bush made a pink mass of perfume, whileeverywhere were abounding dogwood blossoms look-ing like big snowflakes that had just floated down intothe woodland. A stream coursed through the glen, and at shortintervals where the road encountered it were rockyfords with an accompanying log spanning the currentfor the convenience of pedestrians. The creek hadno sawmills or other manufacturing establishments on A Virginia Wonder 213. Planting Watermelons it, and its waters were uncommonly clear. The fartherI went the more charmingly pelucid it became, andits music as it rustled along over the stones was agenuine forest melody. I liked to pause and watch it,and I was allured to drink from its cool rock poolseyery time I crossed it. But perhaps the finest waterI had on the trip was from a little spring near theAnderson State House. 214 Highways and Byways of the South I did not understand, when this mansion was firstmentioned, why there should be a state-house inso secluded and sparsely settled a mountain , I finally made out that it was simply theold family residence on the Anderson estate. Thehouse was large and comfortable looking. It was in aHttle grove with numerous log outbuildings in therear, and, at some remove a group of rude log dwellingsmuch decayed and battered, that before the war hadbeen slave quarters. In a ravine in front of the man-sion was an emeral
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