Monocacy River

There was nothing worthy of special note in the trip to Frederick, except our passing a squad of rebel prisoners, whom I missed seeing as they flashed by, but who were said to be a most forlorn-looking crowd of scarecrows.

Arrived at the Monocacy River, about three miles the site of Frederick, we came to a halt, for the railroad bridge had been blown up by the rebels, and its iron pillars and arches were lying in the bed of the river.

The unfortunate wretch who fired the train was killed by the explosion, and lay buried hard by, his hands sticking out of the shallow grave into which he had been huddled.

This was the story they told us, but whether true or not I must leave to the correspondence of notes and queries to settle.

Yeah.

A lot of people think it ends at Patrick Street, but the idea is it goes all the way to the Monocacy.

Wow.

And then eventually we'd build trails down the Monocacy to the B&O Canal, and it would go all the way up to the mountain.

And that's what I planned, and I won't live to see all that done, but I think it'll all happen eventually.

That's good.