The charming slopes are intersected with pretty dells, studded with trees as gracefully as if they had been planted with the most
refined taste. It is a common remark that the whole country looks as if it had been suddenly deserted by a civilized people - the
fences and buildings removed, and the orchards left standing. You look out instinctively for the house and barn; for flocks and
herds; for men, and women, and children; but they are not there. A race that is gone seems to have cultivated those fields, and
then to have silently disappeared.
- from writings of J.W. McClung & J.W. Bond,