200 FLORIDA DAYS.

they are occupied, there are open doors. Th4
wayfaring man and those that travel in compa4
nies are received with so wide a hospitality thai
its limits and boundaries cannot be seen.
 In the falling dusk, one leaves the wash an
flow of the great river, and comes, through
myrtle-walks, through folding fragrance of
orange-orchards, through deepening shadows
under the live-oaks, up to such a doorway
to learn much of the graciousness of Southern
hospitality.




 THE END.