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Uniontown and on to Fairmont on the same train. Of this I was very glad. We had to wait a long time in Fairmont. The train was late. But I did not care how long I had to wait, it extended the time I had with Brother. At last the train came, and took me from my own dear brother. What a blessed consolation it is to know that, sometime, if we are good, we will be where there is no "goodby."
It was ten o'clock when we reached Grafton. I spent the night with Cousin Jim. I left next morning on the 5:10 express. By daylight, we were coming into the mountains, my hearts delight, in summer and winter, in autumn and spring. But on that October morn the mountains showed such beauty and splendor, as I never before had seen. They look like piles of hugh bouquets against the blue sky. A few white clouds were sailing here and there, just enough to add to the scenery. My eyes filled with tears as I thought how beautiful God had made every thing. I desired to live in the mountains all my life. And I thought if I could paint a picture like that, I would be happy forever. It makes us better, it inspires nobler thoughts within us to look upon such beautiful things fresh from the hand of
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God. What I could see of Harpers Ferry was grand, but one can not see much, there, from the train.
The old canal was full of water and I saw some people towing a boat, so the canal must be still in use. Now we sped onward through the green valley, dotted here and there with fields of corn and wheat. I reached Washington about two o'clock. I at once tended to my baggage, and went on street car to the Southern [[strikethrough]] Railroad [[/strikethrough]] Depot. I had plenty time, after checking my baggage and buying ticket, I sat down to study faces. The depot was almost full. I did not see any wedding parties this time, as I knew. I left Washington at 8:46 P.M. on A. Coast Line, for Ramsey, SC.
It was a beautiful evening, just enough clouds to make a glorious sunset. The broad Potomac looked so pretty here and there were boats sailing. What a lovely place to spend a summer evening sailing. Every thing seemed so silent and peaceable. By the time I reached Richmond it was seven thirty too dark to see much of the city. I came through Petersburg and Frederickburg. I changed cars at three o clock A.M. at Florence SC. I reach Privateer at 4:40, where I left the train and drove through the country three miles to Ramsey. Mr. W.A. Cain met me at Privateer. It is just a flag station. When I looked around to see a town, only the tall black pines loomed up against the sky. 

Transcription Notes:
cousin "Jim" on first page may be cousin "Sin"?