. Highways and byways of the South. .Some of these pendants were at least ten feet of the spots that attracted me especially was alow point thrusting well out into the bay, on whichgrew a thick palmetto grove. I could never pass thisgrove without stopping. Its seclusion was shattered wreck of a little sail-boat lay on thebeach, and the columnar tree trunks with their tuftedtops, and the heat and silence, were such that I couldeasily fancy myself a Robinson Crusoe castaway. In the vicinity of the ocean there was always abreeze as the day advanced, but the early morning w
. Highways and byways of the South. .Some of these pendants were at least ten feet of the spots that attracted me especially was alow point thrusting well out into the bay, on whichgrew a thick palmetto grove. I could never pass thisgrove without stopping. Its seclusion was shattered wreck of a little sail-boat lay on thebeach, and the columnar tree trunks with their tuftedtops, and the heat and silence, were such that I couldeasily fancy myself a Robinson Crusoe castaway. In the vicinity of the ocean there was always abreeze as the day advanced, but the early morning wasapt to be perfectly quiet, and then the glimmeringsea was superlatively beautiful. The warm, clear sun-light, the mellow haze dimming the islands across thechannel, the numerous ducks afloat on the water, theleaping of fish, and the bird songs of many kinds com-bined to give a sentiment as charmingly and languor-ously tropical as can be experienced anywhere on themainland of our national domain. II WAY DOWN UPON THE SUWANEE RIVER. Washing in the Yard I N that melodiousand touchingsong of StephenFosters —The OldFolks at Home —which with its simplesweetness and thegenuineness of itspathos has held suchwide sway for morethan a generation, weget the impressionthat the country bor-dering the Suwaneeis a Southern para-dise. Not that youfind exactly this statedin the words, but the longing of the negro singer forhis old home seems to infer as much. However, asthere is always something of paradise in the back-lookto a happy childhood, whatever the environment may 29 JO Highways and Byways of the South have been, I suppose it was to be expected that 1should find this Florida river in the reality quite dif-ferent from my preconceived idea of it. At the time I saw the Suwanee, in April, it wassullen and rapid; it had high, wooded banks, withconsiderable palmetto scrub in the underbrush; andnow and then a live-oak heavily bearded with mossreached out over the stream. Pine forest cove
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