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ROUTE TO THE SEA ISLANDS OF GEORGIA. - STORM-BOUND ON GREEN ISLAND. - OSSABAW ISLAND. - ST. CATHERINE'S SOUND. - SAPELO ISLAND. - THE MUD OF MUD RIVER. - NIGHT IN A NEGRO CABIN. - "DE SHOUTINGS" ON DOBOY ISLAND. - BROUGHTON ISLAND. - ST. SIMON'S AND JEKYL ISLANDS. - INTERVIEW WITH AN ALLIGATOR. - A NIGHT IN JOINTER HAMMOCK. - CUMBERLAND ISLAND AND ST. MARY'S RIVER. - FAREWELL TO THE SEA.

A PORTAGE TO DUTTON. - DESCENT OF THE ST. MARY'S RIVER. - FETE GIVEN BY THE CITIZENS TO THE PAPER CANOE. - THE PROPOSED CANAL ROUTE ACROSS FLORIDA. - A PORTAGE TO THE SUWANEE RIVER. - A NEGRO SPEAKS ON ELECTRICITY AND THE TELEGRAPH. - A FREEDMAN'S SERMON.

A GEOGRAPHICAL JOURNEY OF 2500 MILES FROM QUEBEC TO THE GULF OF MEXICO, DURING THE YEARS 1874-1875

by N. H. Bishop

THE RICH FOLIAGE OF THE RIVER. - COLUMBUS. - ROLINS' BLUFF. OLD TOWN HAMMOCK. - A HUNTER KILLED BY A PANTHER, DANGEROUS SERPENTS. - CLAY LANDING. THE MARSHES OP THE COAST, - BRADFORD'S ISLAND. - MY LAST CAMP. - THE VOYAGE ENDED.

The author left Quebec, Dominion of Canada, July 4, 1874, with a single assistant, in a wooden canoe eighteen feet in length, bound for the Gulf of Mexico. It was his intention to follow the natural and artificial connecting watercourses of the continent in the most direct line southward to the gulf coast of Florida, making portages as seldom as possible, to show how few were the interruptions to a continuous water-way for vessels of light draught, from the chilly, foggy, and rocky regions of the Gulf of St.

ISLAND OF ST. PAUL. - THE PORTALS OF THE GULF OF ST. LAWRENCE. - THE EXTINCT AUK. - ANTICOSTI ISLAND. - ICEBERGS. - SAILORS' SUPERSTITIONS. - THE ESTUARY OF THE ST. LAWRENCE. - TADOUSAC. - THE SAGUENAY RIVER. - WHITE WHALES. - QUEBEC.

THE WATER-WAY INTO THE CONTINENT. - THE WESTERN AND THE SOUTHERN ROUTE TO THE GULF OF MEXICO. - THE MAYETA. - COMMENCEMENT OF THE VOYAGE. - ASCENT OF THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE. - LAKE OF ST. PETER. - ACADIAN TOWN OF SOREL

It was a relief to resume my programme by entering that abode of the dumb and detached - the aquarium in Battery Park. For the kerb uproar "the uncommunicating muteness of fishes" was the only panacea. The Bronx Zoo is not, I think, except in the matter of buffalo and deer paddocks, so good as ours in London, but it has this shining advantage - it is free. So also is the Aquarium in Battery Park, and it was pleasing to see how crowded the place can be.

To have the opportunity of hunting a tiger - on an elephant too - which by a stroke of luck fell to me, is to experience the un-English character of India at its fullest. Almost everything else could be reproduced elsewhere - the palaces, the bazaars, the caravans, the mosques and temples with their worshippers - but not the jungle, the Himalayas, the vast swamps through which our elephants waded up to the Plimsoll, the almost too painful ecstasies of the pursuit of an eater of man.

A whole week of my too short stay was given to Myanoshita, whither I was driven by the impossibility of retaining a room in either Yokohama or Tokio, and where I stayed willingly on, out of delight in the place itself. After being cooped up for so long on ships, and kept inactive under the heat of India, it was like a new existence to take immense walks among these mountains in the keen rarified air, even though there was both rain and snow. Myanoshita stands some four thousand feet high and is situated in a valley in which are many summer cottages and health resorts.