A Thousand-Mile Walk 



The groves and thickets of smaller trees are 

 full of blooming evergreen vines. These vines 

 are not arranged in separate groups, or in deli 

 cate wreaths, but in bossy walls and heavy, 

 mound-like heaps and banks. Am made to feel 

 that I am now in a strange land. I know hardly 

 any of the plants, but few of the birds, and I 

 am unable to see the country for the solemn, 

 dark, mysterious cypress woods which cover 

 everything. 



The winds are full of strange sounds, making 

 one feel far from the people and plants and fruit 

 ful fields of home. Night is coming on and I am 

 filled with indescribable loneliness. Felt fever 

 ish; bathed in a black, silent stream; nervously 

 watchful for alligators. Obtained lodging in a 

 planter s house among cotton fields. Although 

 the family seemed to be pretty well-off, the 

 only light in the house was bits of pitch-pine 

 wood burned in the fireplace. 



October 2. In the low bottom forest of the 

 Savannah River. Very busy with new speci 

 mens. Most exquisitely planned wrecks of 

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