Florida Swamps and Forests 



nounced their gloomy speeches with profound 

 emphasis, but did not prevent the coming of 

 sleep to heal weariness. 



In the morning I was cold and wet with dew, 

 and I set out breakfastless. Flowers and beauty 

 I had in abundance, but no bread. A serious 

 matter is this bread which perishes, and, could 

 it be dispensed with, I doubt if civilization would 

 ever see me again. I walked briskly, watching 

 for a house, as well as the grand assemblies of 

 novel plants. 



Near the middle of the forenoon I came to a 

 shanty where a party of loggers were getting 

 out long pines for ship spars. They were the 

 wildest of all the white savages I have met. 

 The long-haired ex-guerrillas of the mountains 

 of Tennessee and North Carolina are uncivil- 

 ized fellows; but for downright barbarism these 

 Florida loggers excel. Nevertheless, they gave 

 me a portion of their yellow pork and hominy 

 without either apparent hospitality or a grudge, 

 and I was glad to escape to the forest again. 



A few hours later I dined with three men and 

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