On the Lantana Road they drew bridle at a sign from her; then she wheeled her horse and sat silent in her saddle, staring into the western wilderness.
The character of the country had changed while they had been advancing along this white sandy road edged with jungle; for now west and south the Florida wilderness stretched away, the strange "Flat-woods," deceptively open, almost park-like in their monotony where, as far as the eye could see, glade after glade, edged by the stately vivid green pines, opened invitingly into other glades through endlessly charming perspective.

At every step one was prepared to come upon some handsome mansion centring this park--some bridge spanning the shallow crystal streams that ran out of jasmine thickets--some fine driveway curving through the open woods.

But this was the wilderness, uninhabited, unplotted.

No dwelling stood within its vistas; no road led out or in; no bridge curved over the silently moving waters.

West and south-west into the unknown must he go who follows the lure of those peaceful, sunny glades where there are no hills, no valleys, nothing save trees and trees and trees again, and shallow streams with jungle edging them, and lonely lakes set with cypress, and sunny clearings, never made by human hands, where last year's grass, shoulder-high, silvers under the white sun of the South.
Half a hundred miles westward lay the great inland lake; south-west, the Everglades.