THE PICTORIAL FIELD-BOOK OF THE REVOLUTION, Volume II. Illustrations, By Pen And Pencil, Of The History, Biography, Scenery, Relics, And Traditions Of The War For Independence. By Benson J, Lossing, With Several Hundred Engravings On Wood, By Lossing And Barritt, Chiefly From Original Sketches By The Author. In Two Volumes. Harper & Brothers, Publishers, 1 8 5 2. TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: The first eight chapters of this second volume were the last eight chapters of the first volume with the same illustrations and have not been duplicated in this ebook of the second volume. DW [[[Departure for the South.--Mode of Traveling.--Characteristics of the Journey.--Interesting Associations.]]] {216} CHAPTER IX. ```"Thou desolate and dying year! ```Prophetic of our final fall; ```Thy buds are gone, thy leaves are sere, ```Thy beauties shrouded in the pall; ```And all the garniture that shed ```A brilliancy upon thy prime, ```Hath like a morning vision fled ```Into the expanded grave of time." `````James G. Brooks. ```"That soft autumnal time ````Is come, that sheds upon the naked seene ```Charms only known in this our northern clime-- ````Bright seasons far between. ```" The woodland foliage now ````Is gathered lw the wild November blast, ```E'en the thick leaves upon the poplar's bough ````Are fallen to the last." `````John H. Bryant. [Illustration: 9224] N the 22d of November, 1848, I left New York to visit the Southern portions of the old Thirteen States, made memorable by the events of the War for Independence. Aware of the lack of public facilities for travel below the Potomac, and not doubting that many of the localities which I intended to visit were far distant from public highways, I resolved to journey with my own conveyance, with an independence and thoroughness not vouchsafed by steam or stage-drivers. I purchased a strong, good-natured horse, harnessed him to a light dearborn wagon, stowed my luggage under the seat, and, taking the reins, on a bright and balmy afternoon departed on a _drive_ of nearly fourteen hundred miles. The wisdom of my resolve was a hundred times made manifest, for, in some portions of the South, horse, mule, or ox could not have been procured to convey me to places of interest, lying scores of miles apart, and scores of miles away from stage-routes. It was a lonely journey; sometimes among mountains, sometimes through swamps, sometimes through vast pine forests and over sandy plains, and sometimes amid the most interesting natural scenery, even in mid-winter. It was to me a journey of great interest; and the dreary days passed in riding from one hallowed locality to another, after leaving the Appomattox, were all forgotten when sitting down, pencil in hand, in the midst of some arena consecrated by patriotism and love of country. Then glorious associations would crowd thickly upon the memory, weariness and privations would be forgotten, and the truthful heart would chant,=