Bacchus was exceedingly well pleased at the prospect.

"'Deed, Miss Alice," he said, "I is anxious to see de old gentleman's grave; he was a fine rider; the only man as ever I seed could beat master in de saddle." Mark objected to his carriage and horses being used over such rough roads, so a large omnibus was engaged to carry the whole party, Mark and Bacchus going as outriders, and a man in a little sort of a carry-all having charge of all the eatables, dishes, plates, &c., which would be required.

The company were in good spirits, but they found traveling in the State of Virginia was not moving over beds of roses.

Where are such roads to be found?
Except in crossing a corduroy road in the West, where can one hope to be so thoroughly shaken up?
I answer, nowhere! And have I not a right to insist, for my native State, upon all that truth will permit?
Am I not a daughter of the Old Dominion, a member of one of the F.F.V's?
Did not my grandfather ride races with General Washington?
Did not my father wear crape on his hat at his funeral?
Let that man or woman inclined to deny me this privilege, go, as I have, in a four-horse omnibus to Mount Vernon.

Let him rock and twist over gullies and mud-holes; let him be tumbled and jostled about as I was, and I grant you he will give up the point.
Our party jogged along.