The soft, early
morning air is clear and crisp as a mountain spring in the drowsy village of
Nathalie, and the fields are melodious with ripples under an azure sky alive
with summer. Natives claim one can actually hear the grass grow.
was not always such a sleepy community, however. Originally part of a great
plantation sculptured out of the once unconquered wilderness, the tiny village
grew and prospered like corn in the field once the Lynchburg to Durham railroad
laid tracks through the area and erected a depot and warehouse.