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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