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WANDERINGS IN 
first man lived, you see a creek on the left hand, and 
-- 1 shortly after the path to the open country. Here you 
drag the canoe up into the forest, and leave it there. 
Your baggage must now be carried by the Indians. 
The creek you passed in the river, intersects the path 
to the next settlement; a large mora has fallen across 
it, and makes an excellent bridge. After walking 
an hour and a half, you come to the edge of the 
forest, and a savanna unfolds itself to the view. 
The finest park that England boasts, falls far short 
of this delightful scene. There are about two 
thousand acres of grass, with here and there a clump 
of trees, and a few bushes and single trees, scattered 
up and down by the hand of nature. The ground 
is neither hilly nor level, but diversified with mode¬ 
rate rises and falls, so gently running into one 
another, that the eye cannot distinguish where they 
begin, nor where they end ; while the distant black 
rocks have the appearance of a herd at rest. Nearly 
in the middle there is an eminence, which falls off 
gradually on every side; and on this the Indians 
have erected their huts. 
To the northward of them the forest forms a circle, 
as though it had been done by art; to the eastward 
it hangs in festoons; and to the south and west it 
rushes in abruptly, disclosing a new scene behind it 
at every step as you advance along. 
This beautiful park of nature is quite surrounded 
by lofty hills, all arrayed in superbest garb of trees; 
some in the form of pyramids, others like sugar- 
loaves, towering one above the other, some rounded 
