Passed through the village of New Market; then leaving the Valley turn—pike we turned sharply off to the left and crossed the Massanutton Mountain into Page county. The scenery from this mountain was grand—equal to the Swiss Alps of Europe.
Spread out beneath us lay the beautiful Valley, dotted with numerous farm houses and smiling villages, whilst far away to the west the lofty North Mountains reared their proud heads into the fleecy clouds of heaven.
We camped for the night on the east side of the mountain and soon we will be on our way across the Blue Ridge.
SOURCE: William S. White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, p. 139-40
