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,