Since we left Chester—solitude. Nothing but tall blackened chimneys to show that any man has ever trod this road before us.
This is Sherman's track. It is hard not to curse him.
I wept incessantly at first. 'The roses of these gardens are already hiding the ruins,' said Mr C. 'Nature is a wonderful renovator.' He tried to say something.
Then I shut my eyes and made a vow. If we are a crushed people, crushed by aught, I have vowed never to be a whimpering pining slave."
