De IN THE FLAT-WOODS. 
bama. Everybody in eastern Florida came 
from somewhere, as well as I could make out. 
“ Oh, from B »’ said I. “ Did you know 
Mr. W , of the Tron Works?” 
He smiled again. “ Yes, sah; I used to 
work for him. He’sanice man.” Hespoke 
the truth that time beyond a peradventure. 
He was healthier here than in the other 
place, he thought, and wages were higher ; 
but he liked the other place better “ for 
pleasure.” It was an odd coincidence, was 
it not, that I should meet in this solitude a 
man who knew the only citizen of Alabama 
with whom I was ever acquainted. 
At another time I fell in with an oldish 
colored man, who, like myself, had taken to 
the woods for a quiet Sunday stroll. He was 
from Mississippi, he told me. Oh, yes, he 
remembered the war; he was a slave, twenty- 
one years old, when it broke out. To his 
mind, the present generation of “niggers” 
were a pretty poor lot, for all their “ edica- 
tion.” He had seen them crowding folks off 
the sidewalk, and puffing smoke in their 
faces. All of which was nothing new; I had 
found that story more or less common among 
negroes of his age. He didn’t believe much 
