And as they sped across the open they heard the negroes singing, too, in their deep mellow voices in the fields.

Then came the delicate flavor of flowers and Harry knew that they were approaching Charleston.

In another hour they were in the city which was, as yet, the heart and soul of the Confederacy.
Charleston, with its steepled churches, its quaint houses, and its masses of foliage, much of it in full flower, seemed more attractive than ever to Harry.

The city preserved its gay and light tone.

It was crowded with people.