166 FLORIDA DAYS.

the sky above and below, and that he had
begun a flight among the tree-tops.
 A cypress at the water's edge rises in a su-
perb pillar, with a capital of circling branches,
which seems to hold up
the low and dazzling sky;
but in some wonderful
way the whole mag-
nificent shaft is














repeated in the mirror of the creek; it appar-
ently separates two heavens. At a little dis-
tance it is almost impossible to say where the
gray bark meets the water and the reflected