River Country of Georgia 



or lumber to make one, for a sail instead of 

 a march through Georgia. I was intoxicated 

 with the beauty of these glorious river banks, 

 which I fancied might increase in grandeur as 

 I approached the sea. But I finally concluded 

 that such a pleasure sail would be less profit- 

 able than a walk, and so sauntered on south- 

 ward as soon as I was dry. Rattlesnakes 

 abundant. Lodged at a farmhouse. Found a 

 few tropical plants in the garden. 



Cotton is the principal crop hereabouts, and 

 picking is now going on merrily. Only the lower 

 bolls are now ripe. Those higher on the plants 

 are green and unopened. Higher still, there are 

 buds and flowers, some of which, if the plants 

 be thrifty and the season favorable, will con- 

 tinue to produce ripe bolls until January. 



The negroes are easy-going and merry, mak- 

 ing a great deal of noise and doing little work. 

 One energetic white man, working with a will, 

 would easily pick as much cotton as half a 

 dozen Sambos and Sallies. The forest here is 

 almost entirely made up of dim-green, knotty, 

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