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A Florida Sketch Book

Auhtor: Bradford Torrey

Language: english

Genres:

classic
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Review by Daniel G. Lebryk, February 2006


Rating: (****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Florida Sketch Book':

In the flat-woods.--Beside the marsh.--On the beach at Daytona.--Along the Hillsborough.--A morning at the old sugar mill.--On the upper St. Johns.--On the St. Augustine road.--Ornithology on a cotton plantation.--A Florida shrine.--Walks about Tallahassee.

Excerpts from the Book 'A Florida Sketch Book':


... till night-about his old master and mistress, the division of the estate, an abusive overseer (he was a perfect dog, sah!), and sundry other things. ...
... from white sand to red clay a change indescribably exhilarating to a New Englander who had been living, if only for two months, in a country without ...
... and more open parts of the way cardinals, mocking-birds, and thrashers were singing, ground doves were cooing, quails were prophesying, and loggerhead ...
... were under water, and as I seemed to be making little progress, I pretty soon sat down in a pleasantly shaded spot. Wagons came along at intervals, ...
... than the red-cockaded woodpeckers, and much less easily overlooked than the pine-wood sparrows. I seldom entered the flat-woods anywhere without ...
... I had seen my first specimens, all of them silent, during the last eight days. Probably he was the singer. I hoped so, at any rate. That would ...
... heard something like that before. He did not think the Florida summer a dream of delight, even on the east coast. I'm tellin' you the truth, sah the ...
... both birds flew a rod or two with slow and stately flappings then, as if at some preconcerted signal, both set their wings and scaled for about the ...
... full of the tiny coquina clams, which she said were very nice for soup, as indeed I knew. Some days later, I found a man collecting them for the ...
... their wings,-a curious sight till one became accustomed to it. Snakebirds and buzzards resort to the same device, but I cannot recall ever seeing ...
... which I turned when I had been reading Keats, and wanted to see the beauty of the world. Here were a grassy seat, the shadow of orange-trees, and a ...
... judge from appearances-without feminine ministrations. What they were there for I never made out. They fished, I think, but whether by way of amusement ...
... thankful to receive a description of the place, as well as of the road thither,-a rather blind road, my informant said, with no houses at which to ...
... myself, I am bound to say, it was a precious two hours that I passed beside it, seated on a crumbling stone in the shade of a dying orange-tree. ...
... All about me gigantic cypresses, every one swollen enormously at the base, rose straight and branchless into the air. Dead trees, one might have ...
... its long forked tail, and almost in the same breath its white head. A fork-tailed kite! and purple gallinules were for the time forgotten. It was ...
... have to work,-they were provided for Captain H.'s father left it so in his testimonial. I spoke of the purple martins which were flying back ...
... sir. And what's a baygall? A big wood. And why do you call it a baygall? He was stumped, it was plain to see. No doubt ...
... the valley. Violets or no violets, there was no lack of beauty. The Southern highway surveyor, if such a personage exists, is evidently not consumed ...
... Possibly he had gone to a bit of wood on the opposite side of the cane-swamp. I scaled a barbed-wire fence and made in that direction, but to ...