parabiBC Circle 



FROM the Winter Garden going west- 

 ward, after a brisk walk of nearly an 

 hour you come by way of a dim trail into 

 a little glade where tall wood-sedge grows 

 in scattered wisps. The space is sur- 

 rounded by an irregular hedge of wild 

 yaupon-bushes, dogwood-clumps, fringe- 

 trees, and pines, save where a slow and 

 slight runnel passes tangent to the periph- 

 ery, adding the dense green plants and trees 

 of its miry bank. Three bow-shots distant 

 from this spot, still westward, a marsh 

 begins, covered with low rushes and tufts 

 of coarse grass, stretching away for miles, 

 a plain visibly broken only by the strag- 

 gling live-oaks and water-oaks marking the 

 line of a considerable bayou. I have named 

 the glade Paradise Circle, on no partic- 

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