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Lake George, Florida. April, 1878.
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I came across this lake once,some years ago...
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... in a boat that brought me homeafter the war with the Yankees.
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Came down this river,going back into the wilderness...
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... away from civilization,looking for a place to settle...
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... a place to live,back into the scrub country.
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It got wilder as I got deeperinto the woods.
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I liked it. Vegetation was denser.
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The trees had to strugglefor a breath of air.
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Even wilder here, as I got backcloser to the sources...
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... to the beginning of things,further away from towns and wars.
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And then I left the river,went right into the woods themselves.
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And here was the scrub country.
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Not many people lived here then,just a few pioneers.
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I found myself a wonderful wifein a little village nearby.
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Between us, out of this sea of trees,we cleared and cultivated...
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... a little piece of half-fertileground we call islands, like this one.
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That was many years ago,but we still live here.
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We've had our hardshipsand our happinesses.
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This is our home.It's called Baxter's Island.
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That's my name, Penny Baxter.Here's where we live:
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Me, my wife, Ora,and our little boy, Jody.
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Jody!
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Jody!
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