The weather is very warm. Day before yesterday the wheat was
only six or eight inches high. To-day it is two or three feet in height,
headed, and almost ripe for the scythe.
At every station [where I can write a little] we see crowds of
men, and women, and boys; and during our pauses some of the passengers, often
clergymen, and not unfrequently Northern born, address them in soul-stirring
strains of patriotic eloquence. If Uncle Abe don't find subjugation of this
country, and of such a people as this, is truly a “big job” on his hands, I am
much mistaken.
Passed the Stone Mountain at 11 o'clock A.M. It appears at a
distance like a vast artificial formation, resembling the pictures of the
pyramids.
Arrived at Montgomery 10 o'clock P.M., and put up at the
Montgomery House. The mosquitoes bled me all night. Mosquitoes in the middle of
May! And as they never cease to bite till killed by the frost, the pest here is
perennial.
SOURCE: John Beauchamp Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's
Diary at the Confederate States Capital, Volume 1, p. 35
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