216 WALKS ABOUT TALLAHASSEE. 
with a comfortable footpath of hard clay coy- 
ering the sleepers midway between the rails. 
If all railroads were thus furnished they 
might be recommended as among the best 
of routes for walking naturalists, since they 
go straight through the wild country. This 
one carried me by turns through woodland 
and cultivated field, upland and swamp, pine 
land and hammock; and, happily, my ex- 
pectations of the ivory-bill were not lively 
enough to quicken my steps or render me 
heedless of things along the way. 
Here I was equally surprised and de- 
lighted by the sight of yellow jessamine still 
in flower more than a month after I had 
seen the end of its brief season, only a hun- 
dred miles further south. So great, appar- 
ently, is the difference between the penin- 
sula and this Tallahassee hill-country, which 
by its physical geography seems rather to 
be a part of Georgia than of Florida. 
Here, too, the pink azalea was at its pretti- 
est, and the flowering dogwood, also, true 
queen of the woods in Florida as in Massa-— 
chusetts. The fringe-bush, likewise, stood 
here and there in solitary state, and thorn- 
bushes flourished in bewildering variety. 
