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Highways and Byways of the South

Highways and Byways of the South

Johnson, Clifton

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ISBN10: 1150947349
ISBN13: 9781150947346
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 72
Weight: 0.32
Height: 0.15 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1904. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... Washing in the Yard I N that melodious and touching song of Stephen Foster's--The Old Folks at Home -- which with its simple sweetness and the genuineness of its pathos has held such wide sway for more than a generation, we get the impression that the country bordering the Suwanee is a Southern paradise. Not that you find exactly this stated in the words, but the longing of the negro singer for his old home seems to infer as much. However, as there is always something of paradise in the back-look to a happy childhood, whatever the environment may have been, I suppose it was to be expected that I should find this Florida river in the reality quite different from my preconceived idea of it. At the time I saw the Suwanee, in April, it was sullen and rapid; it had high, wooded banks, with considerable palmetto scrub in the underbrush; and now and then a live-oak heavily bearded with moss reached out over the stream. Pine forest covered much of the surrounding country, but this gave way to cypress in the swamps and to hardwoods along the watercourses. The river was stained with the washings of a recent flood. There's high water ev'y big rain we have, one of the natives informed me; an' I tell you this hyar river's a tiger when she start a-risin'. Sometimes she come up a foot an hour. The village in which I was staying was mostly inhabited by negroes. It had no hotel, and occasional sojourners were accommodated at a Mr. Perky's, whose weatherworn, two-story house stood not far from the railway station. The house had a large yard enclosed by a picket fence somewhat patched and propped. Very little grass grew in the yard, and the earth was a good deal scratched up with hen holes. Just inside the gate on either side of the board walk that led up to the por...

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