. Highways and byways of the South. Garden Peppers 3T2 Highways and Byways of the South dont know how Id keep house without peppers, saidshe, caressing the green plants. Then she pointed outto me the patches of collards, sweet potatoes, stringbeans, or snaps as she called them, and a row of tallokra stalks growing beside the straight path that leddown the centre of the garden. Finally she called myattention to a great, coarse, wide-branching weed nearthe fence. That thars jimson, she informed me,and hits about the worst weed pest we have. I went for a walk, after breakfast, and I tried tom
. Highways and byways of the South. Garden Peppers 3T2 Highways and Byways of the South dont know how Id keep house without peppers, saidshe, caressing the green plants. Then she pointed outto me the patches of collards, sweet potatoes, stringbeans, or snaps as she called them, and a row of tallokra stalks growing beside the straight path that leddown the centre of the garden. Finally she called myattention to a great, coarse, wide-branching weed nearthe fence. That thars jimson, she informed me,and hits about the worst weed pest we have. I went for a walk, after breakfast, and I tried tomake up my mind to stay at Spout Springs a few dayslonger, but its desolation was too pronounced, and byevening I had returned to Fayetteville. XIV ROUND ABOUT OLD JAMESTOWN. The Tower of Jamestown Church m HE entire re-. gioi^ iii James--^ towns vicinityis rich in historiccharm. Here occurredmany stirring eventsin Colonial days; here,less than twenty milesapart, were three ofthe most notabletowns of that period,Jamestown, Williams-burg, and Yorktown,and the district was asceneof conflict in twogreat wars. When Idebated what place I should see first in this famous neighborhood, I decidedit should be Yorktown, and one October morning Iwalked thither from the nearest railway station, a dis-tance of six miles. The road led across a monotonous, 313 314 Highways and Byways of the South half-wooded country that did not presage much attrac-tion for my journeys goal; but I was happily dis-appointed. Yorktown is a village to fall in love with,— such a quaint, gentle old place, such venerablehouses and great gnarled trees, and such a picturesqueupheaval of grass-grown earthworks girding it it stands on a bluff gashed with frequentnarrow ravines lead
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