These meditations did not enfeeble my resolution, or slacken my pace.

In proportion as I drew near the city, the tokens of its calamitous condition became more apparent.

Every farm-house was filled with supernumerary tenants, fugitives from home, and haunting the skirts of the road, eager to detain every passenger with inquiries after news.

The passengers were numerous; for the tide of emigration was by no means exhausted.

Some were on foot, bearing in their countenances the tokens of their recent terror, and filled with mournful reflections on the forlornness of their state.