I should never be tired here, though I have elsewhere seen country of more secret and alluring charms, better calculated to stimulate and suggest.

Here the eye and heart are filled.
How happy the Indians must have been here! It is not long since they were driven away, and the ground, above and below, is full of their traces.
"The earth is full of men." You have only to turn up the sod to find arrowheads and Indian pottery.

On an island, belonging to our host, and nearly opposite his house, they loved to stay, and, no doubt, enjoyed its lavish beauty as much as the myriad wild pigeons that now haunt its flower-filled shades.

Here are still the marks of their tomahawks, the troughs in which they prepared their corn, their caches.
A little way down the river is the site of an ancient Indian village, with its regularly arranged mounds.

As usual, they had chosen with the finest taste.