In 1853, a writer traveling through the area from Weldon

to Wilmington on the railroad, described what he saw along

the way.

     "...on a recent trip from Weldon, on the northern

     boundary of the state, to Wilmington, a distance

     of one hundred and sixty two miles, we were

     struck with the unchangeableness of the scene.

     There was little to relieve the  monotony of

     the interminable pine forests and cypress swamps

     except an occasional log cabin with its rude

     inmates,  or  an  occasional  collection of  huts

     with a water tank, collectively dignified with

     the high-sounding name of Washington, Warsaw,

     or some other euphonious title.   This immense

     tract, however, furnishes the staple commodities

     of  the  State,  viz.,  tar,  pitch,  turpentine  and