Moving up on Monticello, the land rolls up. Middle plain of the state, the road waking up, shakes itself around. A spur of rolling land, writhing road an hour long, then down again. Tobesofkee (streams) Ulcohatchee Upatoi. Auchumpkie (creek) The road a channel he moves within; he sees it passing through the cuts, red banks and tree walls, maybe most of all the row of old evergreen shrubs along the road, the home they once (well-aged) surrounded.