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William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2, Chapter 12: Georgia. (search)
rus. Here cattle browse; there herdsmen trot. Negroes with creels of cotton on their heads slouch and dawdle into the town. The scene is pastoral and poetic; English in the main features, yet with forms of life and dots of colour to remind you of the Niger rather than the Trent. Frame houses, painted white, with colonnades and gardens, nestle in shady nooks and cluster round hill-sides. About these villas romp and shout such boys and girls as New England poets find under apple-trees in Kent. What roses on their cheeks; what bravery in their eyes! Here glows the fine old English blood, as bright and red in Georgia as in York and Somerset. But for her Negro population, Georgia would have an English look. The Negro is a fact-though not the fact of facts — in Georgia. Unlike Louisiana, Mississippi, and South Carolina-States in which the Black element is stronger in number than the White-Georgia has a White majority of votes; yet her majority on the whole is slight, and her N
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2, Chapter 17: Virginia. (search)
Chapter 17: Virginia. 1N English eyes Virginia is a pleasant country, with an aspect that recalls the home-like hills in Kent. Her air is soft, her climate fine. How green her fields, how fresh her streams, how bright her. uplands! Fronting the sea, she faces all the world, and every port where trade is carried on lies open to her enterprise. Deep friths indent her shores and tides flow up her valleys. She is everywhere a water power. A thousand sparkling rills drop down her wooded heights. Her dells are cool with ponds and lakes, her ravines musical with steps, cascades, and falls. Down every hollow winds a rivulet, blessing the soil through which it flows, and carrying seaward the accumulating forest-trees-fuel for fire, planking for homestead, mast and spar for ship. But she has beauties of her own, the like of which we English only see in dreams. A ridge of apennines bulges across the country, separating the fertile Shenandoah valley on the east from the enchanting