The road rose again. The woods fell away; they passed several negrocabins and cornfields. Then it wound through a belt of dense forest,but this time scented with the clean, sweet aroma of the long-leafedpine. The mist vanished, and he could see the crests of the big treespalmlike against the sky.
The moon was growing brilliantly clear now. The road passed through astrip of pine woods, a series of partially cultivated fields. Thenthere was a fence on the right, with a great grove of some statelytrees behind it, oaks or walnuts, planted with symmetry. Within ahundred yards he came to a pair of heavy gateposts, from which abroken gate hung askew. He looked within and stopped, taken aback.
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The distance was not long, scarcely more than five miles.Ben Dudley was in the habit of traversing it on horseback,twice a day. When they had passed the last straggling cabinof the town, their way lay along a sandy road, flanked byfields green with corn and cotton, broken by stretches ofscraggy pine and oak, growing upon land once undercultivation, but impoverished by the wasteful methods ofslavery; land that had never been regenerated, and was nowno longer tilled. Negroes were working in the fields, birdswere singing in the trees. Buzzards circled lazily againstthe distant sky. Although it was only early summer,a languor in the air possessed the colonel's senses, andsuggested a certain charity toward those of his neighbours- and they were most of them - who showed no markedzeal for labour. 2ff7e9595c
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