William Gilmore Simms

A scatterd race - a wild, unfetterd tribe, That in the forests dwelt - that send no ships For commerce on the waters - rear no walls To shelter from the storm, or shield from strife And leave behind, in memory of their name, No monument, save in the dim, deep woods, That daily perish as their lords have done Beneath the keen stroke of the pionee...

MY DEAR HAMMOND:I very well know the deep interest which you take in all researches which aim to develope the early history of our State and country, and sympathize with you very sincerely in that local feeling which delights to trace, on your own grounds, and in your own neighborhood, the doubtful progresses of French and Spaniard, in their wil...

Not so much as you think for, replied the major, giving an involuntary and uneasy glance at the...