33rd. In pine barrens. Low level sandy tracts, the pines wide apart, the sunny spaces below them, beautiful abundant grasses, liatris, long wand-like solidagoes, Palmettoes, etc. covering the ground in garden style. Here I sauntered in delightful freedom, meeting none of the cat-clawsy vines or shrubs of the alluvial bottoms. Dwarf live oaks common. At night with Mr. Cameron, a wealthy planter. Large gangs of slaves are at work in his cottonfields and they still call him “Massa”. He tells me that labor costs him less now than it did before the emancipations of his negroes. He was busily engaged in the construction of a cotton press, cotton gin, and grist mill upon his plantation, all of which had been destroyed by Sherman, and if Bill Sherman came down now without his army he would never go back. Electricity my hobby. Tried me for a Mason. 34. New plants constantly appearing. All day in dense, wet, dark, mysterious forest. 35. The stately banana hove in sight in a garden. At night with very pleasant and intelligent Savannah family. Got in after much questions. [Drawing - “First bush Compositae. Near Savannah, Georgia.”]
Original journal dimensions: 10 x 16.5 cm.
Holt-Atherton Special Collections, University of the Pacific Library
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