None can tell, save those who have tried them, the vexations of those muddy Southern streams, navigable only during a few hours of flood-tide.
After waiting an hour, the two small vessels again tried the ascent.

The enemy on the right had disappeared; but we could now see, far off on our left, another light battery moving parallel with the river, apparently to meet us at some upper bend.

But for the present we were safe, with the low rice-fields on each side of us; and the scene was so peaceful, it seemed as if all danger were done.

For the first time, we saw in South Carolina blossoming river-banks and low emerald meadows, that seemed like New England.

Everywhere there were the same rectangular fields, smooth canals, and bushy dikes.