Guy Rivers: A Tale of GeorgiaSimms, William Gilmore
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Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia
Simms, William Gilmore
Georgia -- History -- 1775-1865 -- Fiction; Gold mines and mining -- Fiction
But we are now fairly in the centre of the village--a fact of which, in
the case of most southern and western villages, it is necessary in so
many words to apprize the traveller. In those parts, the scale by which
towns are laid out is always magnificent. The founders seem to have
calculated usually upon a population of millions; and upon spots and
sporting-grounds, measurable by the olympic coursers, and the ancient
fields of combat, when scythes and elephants and chariots made the
warriors, and the confused cries of a yelping multitude composed the
conflict itself. There was no want of room, no risk of narrow streets
and pavements, no deficiency of area in the formation of public squares.
The houses scattered around the traveller, dotting at long and
infrequent intervals the ragged wood which enveloped them, left few
stirring apprehensions of their firing one another. The forest, where
the land was not actually built upon, stood up in its primitive
simplicity undishonored by the axe.
Such was the condition of the settlement at the period when our hero so
unconsciously entered it. It was night, and the lamps of the village
were all in full blaze, illuminating with an effect the most picturesque
and attractive the fifty paces immediately encircling them. Each
dwelling boasted of this auxiliary and attraction; and in this
particular but few cities afford so abundantly the materials for a blaze
as our country villages. Three or four slight posts are erected at
convenient distances from each other in front of the building--a broad
scaffold, sufficiently large for the purpose, is placed upon them, on
which a thick coat of clay is plastered; at evening, a pile is built
upon this, of dry timber and the rich pine which overruns and mainly
marks the forests of the south. These piles, in a blaze, serve the
nightly strollers of the settlement as guides and beacons, and with
their aid Forrester safely wound his way into the little village of
Chestatee.
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