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t noon, ten miles north of Lanes, I saw the first dwarf 
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as at the Santee River, a region well known to every American 
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-oak 
wit! ch ae rida mone and mistletoe ey abundance: The water 
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to the pi ictur re. The gray moss waved i in giant ee from the 
bare cypresses; the eae vied with the oak leaves in green- 
ness; and the a s of the maple were a most vivid scarlet, like 
the reddest coral. 
The first ae nies palm was noticed about half an 
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approaching the fine old houses of former days and now covered 
with gray moss, which adds many years to their appearance. 
The trees seem to grow a little straighter, with less spreading 
effect, than the live-oaks in California. 
me hears much of the eae groves of North Carolina. 
The first one I saw from the train was at six o’clock Sunday 
afternoon just below Walthourile, alae — we reached 
the Altamaha River. The pin ere cut in a peculiar 
way, as may be seen in the museum val ony ee and the resin 
ran down into little buckets fastened below. 
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Jacksonville was reached at bedtime and | remained there 
nee the next morning: ba ' Doarded me oe ao ie wert 
Seated ina 
es ahOrtly after ten until dar k, when I arrived at Brooksville. 
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to Leesburg, and westward to Croom, where the Brooksville 
Jacksonville to Burnetts Lake, the country is wild and 
bar y few liouses. Most of it is pine land with 
ee of anes palmetto, a few cypress swamps, and a few 
