THE DROWNED LANDS. 



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" Ay, it is ! " responded one and all ; and the boats slid along 

 the glassy waters side by side, the shadows fading and brightening 

 with the glow of the sky, or the twilight of the shore, as one and 

 then the other opened in the west. The hunters stretched their 

 weary limbs in listless attitudes, and their heads swayed to the 

 springing motion of the oar. Miss Jackson sat in the bottom, 

 trailing her hands in the water on either side of the boat, while 

 the oarsmen sang, with deep voices and perfect time, the old negro 

 boat-song : 



" Gen'ral Jackson mighty man, 



Waugh my kingdom, fire away ! 

 Fought on sea, and fought on land, 

 Waugh my kingdom, fire away ! " 



