Of the next morning, in North Bloomfield, Mr. Johnson wrote: “The morning of the 15th [of August 1882] found me up early, making ready for my day’s travel.

“I went to the hotel and found only the lady of the house up; I asked for a pail in which to milk, promising her the milk. I gave it to her, saying she was welcome to it, on which she said, ‘Stranger, please sit down and I will broil you a bit of steak.’ In about five minutes she brought in steak, potatoes, hot biscuits, and coffee. This I did not expect, but did ample justice to the repast and thanked her for the same.

“I left on my journey about half-past five o’clock; on leaving this place I took the road to my right, by so doing I saved about four miles of travel, and came into the same highway. The road to my left would have taken me to a large mining town; at half-past eleven I came to the main road. Here was a small pond, of which my cattle drank heartily. I gave them grain and had a lunch myself; I rested a little over an hour and at one o’clock resumed my journey.

“The road we are now traveling is tip-top; during the rest of the afternoon I crossed several bridges over small rivers. In crossing one, off to my right, I noticed one stream rushing along with great power. Here I met a four-horse team and asked the driver how far it was to Graniteville. He answered, ‘Not quite three miles.'”