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of that of a young Quaqueress, a [[hide?]] attracted my attention while we were waiting on the platform of the station but I do not see it now. We are occasionaly visited by rather an odd but pleasant looking gentleman whose every word is greeted with a smile it being evidently a settled thing that what he says will be something amusing. Mr. Boothe is his name. He is a Verginia gentleman married to a Phil. lady. We move rapidly on. Mr. Guthrie discourses to us about Scotland we endeavour to initiate him into the causes of the war. We all look as if we would be a little sleepy after our early rise if it were not for the immense excitement of the occasion. A hungry look is also coming into our eyes but Alexandria & breakfast are near at hand So even at the door.
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ly more comfortable after our meal. Miss Patterson has come into our pew & Mr. Guthrie is behind us among the shawls & bags. Carry is her name her face loses nothing by closer inspection We are all wide awake now. We are passing over scenes made desolate by the war. The trees have bowed down before the contending armies like grass & the county is destitute of them, fences & landmarks have entirely disappeared. Old earth-work the remains of old encampments meet us on every side. Chemnies are standing here & there the sole remnant of former hospitable home  The land is poor & steril but deeply interesting sacred as it is to the memory of the brave dead. We pass over Bulls Run a small muddy stream but not near enough to Mannassas to see any [[?]] of the fighting ground.
Mr. Patterson has taken me out of my seat & placed me beside Mrs. Childs opposite Gen. Patterson
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