The sun shines not upon a lovelier land than midland Virginia. Great rivers roll seaward through rich woodlands and laughing corn-fields and fair meadow lands. Afar off, the misty lines of blue hills shine faintly against the deeper blue of the sky. The atmosphere is singularly clear, and the air wholesome and refreshing. Never was it more beautiful than on an afternoon in late October of 1746. The Indian summer was at hand--that golden time when Nature utters a solemn “Hush!” to the season, and calls back the summer-time for a little while. The scene was full of peace--the broad and placid Rappahannock shimmering in the sun, its bosom unvexed except by the sails of an occasional grain-lade…
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