At five in the morning someone banging on the door and shouting, her husband, John, leaping out of bed, grabbing his rifle, and Roscoe at the same time roused from the backhouse, his bare feet pounding: Mattie hurriedly pulled on her robe, her mind prepared for the alarm of war, but the heart stricken that it would finally have come, and down the stairs she flew to see through the open door in the lamplight, at the steps of the portico, the two horses, steam rising from their flanks, their heads lifting, their eyes wild, the driver a young darkie with rounded shoulders, showing stolid patience even in this, and the woman standing in her carriage no one but her aunt Letitia Pettibone of McDonough, her elderly face drawn in anguish, her hair a straggled mess, this woman of such fine grooming, this dowager who practically ruled the season in Atlanta standing up in the equipage like some hag of doom, which indeed she would prove to be. The carriage was piled with luggage and tied bundles, and as she stood some silver fell to the ground, knives and forks and a silver candelabra, catching in the clatter the few gleams of light from the torch that Roscoe held. Mattie, still tying her robe, ran down the steps thinking stupidly, as she later reflected, only of the embarrassment to this woman, whom to tell the truth she had respected more than loved, and picking up and pressing back upon her the heavy silver, as if this was not something Roscoe should be doing, nor her husband, John Jameson, neither.
Letitia would not come down from her carriage, there was no time, she said. She was a badly frightened woman with no concern for her horses, as John saw and quickly ordered buckets to be brought around, as the woman cried, Get out, get out, take what you can and leave, and seemed to be roused to anger as they only stood listening, with some of the field hands appearing now around the side of the house with the first light, as if drawn into existence by it.
from The March © 2005 by E.L. Doctorow
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riding in a horse-drawn carriage.
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giving all her silver to her niece.
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traveling alone except for her servant.
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Location
Pebblelane Park covers 150 acres of scenic land in eastern Pennsylvania. It is located just 50 miles north of Philadelphia off Interstate 76 at Pebblelane Road.
Activities
Visitors to Pebblelane Park spend the day enjoying a wide range of activities. Near the river, you can fish, swim, canoe, and kayak. In the forest area, you can go on hikes, look at cave paintings, or play sports at the activity center. Classes are available in archery, orienteering, and conservation. You can join in organized group activities or make your own schedule.
Cost
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Winter Prices (November-February)
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One-day pass
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Overnight pass
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Extended pass
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Children
under 12
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Adults
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1.00
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Contact Information
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Phone: (888) 555-PARK
Email: pebblelane@net.com.gov
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