ALONG THE HILLSBOROUGH. 



WHEREVER a walker lives, he finds sooner 

 or later one favorite road. So it was with 

 me at New Smyrna, where I lived for three 

 weeks. I had gone there for the sake of 

 the river, and my first impulse was to take 

 the road that runs southerly along its bank. 

 At the time I thought it the most beautiful 

 road I had found in Florida, nor have I seen 

 any great cause since to alter that opinion. 

 With many pleasant windings (beautiful 

 roads are never straight, nor unnecessarily 

 wide, which is perhaps the reason why our 

 rural authorities devote themselves so madly 

 to the work of straightening and widening), 

 with many pleasant windings, I say, 



" The grace of God made manifest in curves," 



it follows the edge of the hammock, having 

 the river on one side, and the forest on the 

 other. It was afternoon when I first saw it. 

 Then it is shaded from the sun, while the 

 river and its opposite bank have on them a 



