Old St Augustine; a story of three centuries . l be found that is worthy to write it. Long years after the Franciscans had abandoned theirmissions in Florida, and their chapels had fallen intodecay, the Quaker botanist William Bartram, camping atnight beneath the moss-hung oaks on the border of thegreat Alachuan savanna, saw on the dark bosom of an In-dian woman, suspended by a tiny chain from her wampumcollar and shining in the firelight, a silver crucifix. Andagain, in the early years of the present century, a band ofAmerican explorers in the Everglades, penetrating toLake Okeechobee, found
Old St Augustine; a story of three centuries . l be found that is worthy to write it. Long years after the Franciscans had abandoned theirmissions in Florida, and their chapels had fallen intodecay, the Quaker botanist William Bartram, camping atnight beneath the moss-hung oaks on the border of thegreat Alachuan savanna, saw on the dark bosom of an In-dian woman, suspended by a tiny chain from her wampumcollar and shining in the firelight, a silver crucifix. Andagain, in the early years of the present century, a band ofAmerican explorers in the Everglades, penetrating toLake Okeechobee, found on one of its islands the ruinsof a structure of stone; and there, overgrown by tangledverdure, its Ora pro nobis corroded by the elements, itsvoice dead with the lapse of untold years, lay a missionbell, in its silence still eloquent of the sunny days, longago, when the worshippers gathered at its call; and thedusky hunter halted in the chase, and the women pausedin the maize fields, to kneel with uncovered head at theringing of the XI. THE BOUCANIERS.
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