THE BERKELEYS AND THEIR NEIGHBORS.
CHAPTER I.
A provincial Virginia race-course is an excellent
place to observe a people which has preserved
its distinctiveness as well as the Virginians. So
far, they have escaped that general and fatiguing
likeness which prevails in most of the universe these
days.
Therefore, the Campdown race-course, on a golden day in October, looked like itself and nothing else. The track had started out with the intention of making a perfect ellipse, but meeting a steep incline, it saved the trouble of bringing up the grade, by boldly avoiding the obstacle—so the winning post was considerably nearer the half-mile than the starting post was. Nobody objected to a little thing like this, though. The Virginians are good-natured creatures, and seldom bother about trifles.
It was the fall meeting of the Campdown Jockey Club—a famous institution "befo' the war."
At this time the great awakening had not come*
