. St. Nicholas [serial]. hif you care to hunt for the languid alliga-tors— palms growing so thick and rankthat it is quite like looking into some vastconservatory, with the blue dome of the skyfor glass. And here grow the magnoliasin their wild, barbaric splendor of bloom,and the live-oaks, mighty of girth andspread, draped in somber gray moss as iffor the funeral of some god of the deepgreen wood. At the fringe of the swamp,tempting you until near to jumping intothe morass after them, are the huge fleurs-de-lis, each gorgeous blossom fully seven inchesacross its purple top. To the north, some
. St. Nicholas [serial]. hif you care to hunt for the languid alliga-tors— palms growing so thick and rankthat it is quite like looking into some vastconservatory, with the blue dome of the skyfor glass. And here grow the magnoliasin their wild, barbaric splendor of bloom,and the live-oaks, mighty of girth andspread, draped in somber gray moss as iffor the funeral of some god of the deepgreen wood. At the fringe of the swamp,tempting you until near to jumping intothe morass after them, are the huge fleurs-de-lis, each gorgeous blossom fully seven inchesacross its purple top. To the north, somewhat apart from the reachof the treacherous river, lie the health-givingpiny woods, and along the big, sullen streamthe sugar plantations, some of them still thehome of a lavish hospitality, some of themtransformed into mere places of trade, where 420 THE CITY THAT LIVES OUTDOORS. thrift and push have elbowed out all that finegallantry and ease and ample hospitality of anearlier day — that hospitality which will ever. KS JUST OUTSIDE THE CITY remain a leading characteristic of this be a Southern man or a Southern womanand to be inhospitable — that is not possible inthe nature of things. It is, when all is said and done, on the gallerythat this city lives most of its life — on the galleryeven more than on the evening-thronged ban-quette, which is the sidewalk of the North, or theboulevards, or even the fragrant parks, wherelife flows in a fair, placid stream. Some theremust be who toil by day in shop, or at counter,or in dim accounting-rooms, or on the floors ofthe marts where fortunes are made and lost in sugar or cotton or rice. For such the galleryis a haven of rest. If they must pass the earlierday indoors, for them the gallery during the long,late afternoon, and theghost of a twilight, andthe long evenings farinto the starry ghost of a twilightindeed — these peopleof the South know noother. Sometimes Ihave watched the long,splendid twilight com
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