Category: Travel Writing
In approaching Jacksonville by rail, the traveler rides hour after hour through seemingly endless pine barrens, otherwise known as low pine-woods and flat-woods, till he wearies of the sight. It would be hard, he thinks, to imagine a region more unwholesome looking and uninter...
Oftener than anywhere else I resorted to the shore of the lake,--to the one small part of it, that is to say, which was at the same time easily reached and comparatively unfrequ...
5. Chapter 5The river road is paved with oyster-shells. If any reader thinks that statement prosaic or unimportant, then he has never lived in southern Florida. In that part of the world al...
3. Chapter 3As for birds, they were surprisingly scarce, but never wanting altogether. If everything else failed, a few fish-hawks were sure to be in sight. I watched them at first with eag...
10. Chapter 10For some time longer I hung about the glade, vainly hoping that the grosbeak would again favor my eyes. Then I crossed more planted fields,--climbing more barbed-wire fences, an...
9. Chapter 9As I have said, I followed the road over the nearly level plateau for what I guessed to be about three miles. Then I found myself in a bit of hollow that seemed made for a stopp...
4. Chapter 4On the 23d of February I was standing on the rear piazza of one of the cottages, when a jay flew into the oak and palmetto scrub close by. A second glance, and I saw that she wa...
6. Chapter 6In the very heart of this dense, dark forest (a forest primeval, I should have said, but I was assured that the ground had been under cultivation so recently that, to a practice...
8. Chapter 8As I left the boat I had a little experience of the seamy side of Southern travel; nothing to be angry about, perhaps, but annoying, nevertheless, on a hot day. I surrendered my...
11. Chapter 11In the wood, composed of large trees, both hard wood and pine, I had found a group of three summer tanagers, two males and one female,--the usual proportion with birds generally...
2. Chapter 2One fine morning,--it was the 18th of February,--I had gone down the railroad a little farther than usual, attracted by the encouraging appearance of a swampy patch of rather la...
1. Chapter 1In approaching Jacksonville by rail, the traveler rides hour after hour through seemingly endless pine barrens, otherwise known as low pine-woods and flat-woods, till he wearies...
12. Chapter 12At this same dip in the Meridian road, on a previous visit, I had experienced one of the pleasantest of my Tallahassee sensations. The morning was one of those when every bird i...