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Rh In primitive woods, the sounds there also sounding—
 * the howl of the wolf, the scream of the panther,
 * and the hoarse bellow of the elk;

In winter beneath the hard blue ice of Moosehead
 * Lake—in summer visible through the clear
 * waters, the great trout swimming;

In lower latitudes, in warmer air, in the Carolinas,
 * the large black buzzard floating slowly high
 * beyond the tree-tops,

Below, the red cedar, festooned with tylandria—the
 * pines and cypresses, growing out of the white
 * sand that spreads far and flat;

Rude boats descending the big Pedee—climbing
 * plants, parasites, with colored flowers and berries,
 * enveloping huge trees,

The waving drapery on the live oak, trailing long and
 * low, noiselessly waved by the wind;

The camp of Georgia wagoners, just after dark—the
 * supper-fires, and the cooking and eating by
 * whites and negroes,

Thirty or forty great wagons—the mules, cattle,
 * horses, feeding from troughs,

The shadows, gleams, up under the leaves of the old
 * sycamore-trees—the flames—also the black
 * smoke from the pitch-pine, curling and rising;

Southern fishermen fishing—the sounds and inlets
 * of North Carolina's coast—the shad-fishery
 * and the herring-fishery—the large sweep-seines
 * —the windlasses on shore worked by horses—
 * the clearing, curing, and packing houses;

Deep in the forest, in the piney woods, turpentine
 * and tar dropping from the incisions in the trees
 * —There is the turpentine distillery,

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