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Bayou Bridge, the end of the route is reached. Leaving the car, a very short walk along the banks of the Bayou brings the visitor to the
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Upon entering the gate the first thought is,
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How pleasant, how peaceful, how homelike. The comfortable-looking house is beautifully shaded by large live-oaks. Under these green grass is diversified by neatly-kept walks. Midway between the outer gate and the house a small stream is spanned by a rustic bridge. As I stood upon this bridge and saw, upon the pleasant galleries in front of their rooms, the maimed and scarred veterans sitting in groups or apart, tranquilly smoking and chatting or reading, the dying words of our
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Stonewall Jackson came into my mind,--
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Let us cross the river and rest in the shade of the trees.