F. Colburn (Francis Colburn) Adams

Capitolo 62

nature. Wild, you still clear with rural beauty, if never the feelings of
theft of love on us, is while it is mixing in the simple one
festiveness so expressive of the southern life. On, on, the barge
stirred, as they gathered together in love, the music that he/she dances on the
waters. Another party sings the happy song of the boater, still another
footstep for lilies, and a bystanders gather in the bow to examine champagne
and it freezes, or it pleasantly entertains with Havannas of first quality. Marston and some of the
older members, sat to midships, discusses the all-absorbent one
question of State-rights;  while the negroeses are as happy as it has a good time in
May, their deep slang that seems tall above of the ringing notes of the
music. It now lowers in calm, rout only the to squirt
of an alligator which called sporting before an abducted cries.

After of the the navigation of three hours the barge draws near to a sticks out of increase
you hinder on the left bank. Closes from him it is a grove of old noble pines,
in the centre of what the stands a brick building falling, abandoned
for of the cause not exposed on the door:  it is a beautiful, shaded
withdraw-one stain that breathes of novel. To the right wide lagoons are
extending far in the distance;  their dark waters, under of often
cypress, introducing the aspect of a flooded grove. The
cypress-trees hang their tufted it overcomes on the surface of the water,
opening an area under covered with their trunks as ill-mannered columns
sustaining a pomp of foliage.

The barge stops him the earth of party,;  the acute music, still dancing
through the thick forest, king-echo in soft bells as it steals
back on the scene. Another minute, and we hear the voices of Dad
Bob and Harry, Beau and Enoch:  they is exchanging happy laughters,
shouting in the great good-nature, directing the smallest frying that is
laboring away to the dispensation, sucking the ice, and pocketing the
lemons. "To the of Dat not only right, nohow:  found tings of the de to shore, a' the ye
get 'and they divide de of whin I populate white! Don' face 'ob of nigger of and