Our way for many days was through a sandy tract of country, covered with pine woods, with here and there the plantation of an Indian or a half-breed.

After crossing what is called Line Creek, we found large plantations along the road, at intervals of four or five miles.

The aspect of the whole country was wild and forbidding, save to the eye of a cotton-planter.

The clearings were all new, and the houses rudely constructed of logs.

The cotton fields, were skirted with an enormous growth of oak, pine, and other wood.