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1867
onward again we steam pass Carter's Mt. over very poor land spoiled by tobacco.  Gen. Patterson has gone to the other end of the car.  Miss H___ has come into our seat.  She is a quiet Lady like looking girl with a pair of very fine dark eyes.  We are decidedly growing tired.  Mrs. Childs is indulging in a nap & I should like to follow suit but must listen to Prof ___ at my side who fortunately requires only a yes or no from me occasionally as my voice is quite gone with talking all day in the noisy cars.  Our road lies through a prettier country than that we passed over this morning.  It is quite late in the afternoon now and Lynchburg our resting place for the night is near at hand.  The whole party have grown quiet except the Prof my companion who discourses steadily.  [[?]] [[certain?]] we are at the landing
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bags & shawls are seized with alacrity.  There are omnibuses ^[[ready]] for those who wish to ride to the hotel where we are to be accommodated.  I prefer to walk  Mr. Guthrie takes my bag & we mount the steep streets of the queer little town comparing notes as to the pleasure of the day.  Lynchburg is the principal market for tobacco in Virginia.  We passed some of the warehouses near the depot.  The houses we pass are small and badly built & the streets narrow & roughly paved.  The place generally has an air of being about fifty years behind the times.  The hotel however is pleasant & comfortable.  As we have come up a steep hill we are not sorry to reach it.  Seven of us ladies are shown into a large airy room wh. we are told we shall be obliged to share.  We wash off the dust of travel and