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Chapter 17

           Theirbackwardwayledthemacrossapeculiartractofcountry—whatinTexasiscalleda"weedprairie,"anappellationbestowedbytheearlypioneers,whowerenotverychoiceintheirtitles.

           TheLouisianiansawaroundheravastgardenofgayflowers,laidoutinonegrandparterre,whoseborderswerethebluecircleofthehorizon—agardendesigned,planted,nurtured,bythehandofNature.

           Themostplebeianspiritcannotpassthroughsuchascenewithoutreceivinganimpressioncalculatedtorefineit.I’veknowntheilliteratetrapper—habituallyblindtothebeautiful—pauseinthemidstofhis"weedprairie,"withtheflowersrisingbreasthigharoundhim,gazeforawhileupontheirgaudycorollaswavingbeyondthevergeofhisvision;thencontinuehissilentstridewithagentlerfeelingtowardshisfellow-man,andafirmerfaithinthegrandeurofhisGod.

           "Pardieu!’tisverybeautiful!"exclaimedtheenthusiasticCreole,reiningupasifbyaninvoluntaryinstinct.

           "Youadmirethesewildscenes,MissPoindexter?"

           "Admirethem?Somethingmore,sir!Iseearoundmeallthatisbrightandbeautifulinnature:verdantturf,trees,flowers,allthatwetakesuchpainstoplantorcultivate;andsuch,too,asweneversucceedinequalling.Thereseemsnothingwantingtomakethispicturecomplete—’tisaparkperfectineverything!"

           "Exceptthemansion?"

           "Thatwouldspoilitforme.Givemethelandscapewherethereisnotahouseinsight—slate,chimney,ortile—tointerferewiththeoutlinesofthetrees.

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