34 FLORIDA DAYS.

places along the roadsides, although, indeed,
there is nothing more stately than the spring
into the sparkling air of the bayonet's flower-
shaft, hung with white bells of blossom.


 In the morning light the town stands clear
and distinct; later, the golden gauze of noon
folds it like a veil; but now the houses, crowd-
ing sociably along the narrow streets, with bal-
conies that lean towards one another like the
wrinkled foreheads of gossiping dames, are all
clear and individual. With the young day
there is an alertness of life, a keen joyousness,