WALKS ABOUT TALLAHASSEE. 231 
nowhere, and, growing discouraged, I turned 
back till I came to a lane leading off to the 
left at right angles. This I followed so far 
that it seemed wise, if possible, to make my 
way back to the city without retracing my 
steps. Not to spend my strength for naught, 
however (the noonday sun having always to 
be treated with respect), I made for a soli- 
tary house in the distance. Another lane 
ran past it. That, perhaps, would answer 
my purpose. I entered the yard, all ablaze 
with roses, and in response to my knock a 
gentleman appeared upon the doorstep. 
Yes, he said, the lane would carry me 
straight to the Meridian road (so I think he 
called it), and thence into the city. ‘ Past 
Dr. H.’s?”’ IT asked. “Yes.” And then I 
knew where I was. 
First, however, I must let my new ac- 
quaintance show me his garden. His name 
was G., he said. Most likely I had heard 
of him, for the legislature was just then hav- 
ing a good deal to say about his sheep, in 
connection with some proposed dog-law. 
Did I like roses? As he talked he cut one 
after another, naming each as he put it into 
my hand. Then I must look at his Japan- 
