ON THE UPPER ST. JOHN’S. 
THE city of Sanford is a beautiful and 
interesting place, I hope, to those who live 
in it. To the Florida tourist it is important 
as lying at the head of steamboat navigation 
on the St. John’s River, which here expands 
into a lake — Lake Monroe — some five 
miles in width, with Sanford on one side, 
and Enterprise on the other; or, as a wag- 
gish traveler once expressed it, with Enter- 
prise on the north, and Sanford and enter- 
prise on the south. 
Walking naturalists and lovers of things 
natural have their own point of view, indi- 
vidual, unconventional, whimsical, if you 
please, — very different, at all events, from 
that of clearer-witted and more serious- 
minded men; and the inhabitants of San-- 
ford will doubtless take it as a compliment, 
and be amused rather than annoyed, when I 
confess that I found their city a discourage- 
ment, a widespread desolation of houses and 
shops. If there is a pleasant country road 
