A Thousand-Mile Walk 



changed, and I could detect strange sounds in 

 the winds. Now I began to feel myself &quot;a 

 stranger in a strange land.&quot; 



But in Florida came the greatest change of 

 all, for here grows the palmetto, and here blow 

 the winds so strangely toned by them. These 

 palms and these winds severed the last strands 

 of the cord that united me with home. Now I 

 was a stranger, indeed. I was delighted, aston 

 ished, confounded, and gazed in wonderment 

 blank and overwhelming as if I had fallen upon 

 another star. But in all of this long, complex 

 series of changes, one of the greatest, and the 

 last of all, was the change I found in the tone 

 and language of the winds. They no longer 

 came with the old home music gathered from 

 open prairies and waving fields of oak, but 

 they passed over many a strange string. The 

 leaves of magnolia, smooth like polished steel, 

 the immense inverted forests of tillandsia 

 banks, and the princely crowns of palms 

 upon these the winds made strange music, 

 and at the coming-on of night had overwhelm- 

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