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ese persimmon trees, and many other things. 

 Here was a pretty shrub. Perhaps I could 

 tell what it was by crushing and smelling a 

 leaf ? No ; it was something familiar ; I 

 sniffed, and looked foolish, and after all he 

 had to tell me its name camphor. So we 

 went the rounds of the garden, frighten- 

 ing a mocking-bird off her nest in an orange- 

 tree, till my hands were full. It is too 

 bad I have forgotten how many pecan-trees 

 he had planted, and how many sheep he 

 kept. A well-regulated memory would have 

 held fast to such figures : mine is certain 

 only that there were four eggs in the mock- 

 ing-bird's nest. Mr. G. was a man of en- 

 terprise, at any rate ; a match for any Yan- 

 kee, although he had come to Florida not 

 from Yankeeland, but from northern Geor- 

 gia. I hope all his crops are still thriving, 

 especially his white roses and his Marshal 

 Niels. 



In the lane, after skirting some pleasant 

 woods, which I meant to visit again, but 

 found no opportunity, 1 was suddenly as- 

 saulted by a pair of brown thrashers, half 

 beside themselves after their manner because 

 of my approach to their nest. How close 



