Audubon the Naturalist: A History of His Life and Time. Vol. 2 (of 2)Herrick, Francis Hobart
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Audubon the Naturalist: A History of His Life and Time. Vol. 2 (of 2)
Herrick, Francis Hobart
Audubon, John James, 1785-1851
The crossing of large bays, cumbered with shallow bars
and banks of oyster-shells, is always to me extremely
disagreeable, and more especially when all these bars
and banks do not contain a single living specimen of
that most delectable shell-fish. Nay, I am assured
by our pilot, who is no youngster, that ever since he
first visited this extensive waste, not an oyster has
been procured in these parts. But now, in single file,
like culprits or hungry travellers, we proceed along
the margin of the canal. Ah, my dear friend, would that
you were here just now to see the Snipes innumerable,
the Blackbirds, the Gallinules, and the Curlews that
surround us;—that you could listen as I now do, to the
delightful notes of the Mocking-bird, pouring forth
his soul in melody as the glorious orb of day is fast
descending towards the western horizon;—that you could
watch the light gambols of the Night Hawk, or gaze on
the Great Herons which, after spreading their broad
wings, croak aloud as if doubtful regarding the purpose
of our visit to these shores! Ah! how well do I know you
would enjoy all this; but, alas! we are more than four
thousand miles apart.
Hark! what's that? Nothing but a parcel of men coming
to greet us. Here they are, seven or eight Negroes. Who
lives here my good fellows? Major Gordy, massa. Well,
now show us the way to the house. Yes, gentlemen, come
along. So we follow our swarthy guides.
The plantations here are of great value, both on
account of their proximity to the Gulf of Mexico, and
the excellence of the soil, which, as in other parts
of Louisiana, is composed of a fat, black mould. The
Indian corn was at least six feet high, and looked
most beautiful. As we approached the mansion of Major
Gordy, I observed that it has a pleasant aspect, and was
furnished with a fine garden, and a yard well stocked
with cattle, together with a good number of horses and
mules, just let loose from labour. A mill for grinding
corn and making sugar particularly drew our notice to
it, as the Crusader happened just then to be destitute
of both articles; and as I saw some women milking the
cows, my heart fairly leaped with joy, and the hope
that ere long we might procure a full bowl of the
delightful and salubrious beverage. The short twilight
of our southern latitudes had now almost involved every
object in that dim obscurity so congenial to most living
creatures after the toils of the day, as allowing them
to enjoy that placid quiet which is required to restore
their faded energies.
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