Rectus and I took a walk around the "Plaza,"-- a public square planted thick with live-oak and pride-of-India trees, and with a monument in the centre with a Spanish inscription on it, stating how the king of Spain once gave a very satisfactory charter to the town.
Rectus and I agreed, however, that we would rather have a pride-of-India tree than a charter, as far as we were concerned.

These trees have on them long bunches of blossoms, which smell deliciously.
"Now, then," said I, "I think it's about time for us to be moving along.
I'm beginning to feel about that Corny family as you do." "Oh, I only objected to the girl," said Rectus, in an off-hand way.
"Well, I object to the father," said I."I think we've had enough, anyway, of fathers and daughters.

I hope the next couple we fall in with will be a mother and a son." "What's the next place on the bill ?" asked Rectus.
"Well," said I, "we ought to take a trip up the Oclawaha River.

That's one of the things to do.

It will take us two or three days, and we can leave our baggage here and come back again.