By and by we struck the Rapidan, a water more like our Scots rivers, flowing in pools and currents, very different from the stagnant reaches of the Pamunkey.

We were joined for a little bit by two men from Stafford county, who showed us the paths that horses could travel.
It was late in the afternoon that we reached a broad meadow hemmed in by noble cedars.

I knew without telling that we were come to the scene of the tragedy, and with one accord we fell silent.

The place had been well looked after, for a road had been made through the woods, and had been carried over marshy places on a platform of cedar piles.

Presently we came to a log fence with a gate, which hung idly open.