Excerpt from The Arena, 1895, Vol. 13 I am writing by an open window overlooking the Halifax River. On the opposite bank, somewhat to the left, is Daytona, while on the right is the picturesque hamlet Of Holly Hill, both in full view. It is the 8th Of March, and the weather is idea]; a delightful breeze has been blowing since daybreak; the air is soft and balmy as that of a June morning in the North. At eight O'clock this morning a small flotilla, consisting Of two modest-sized steamboats, two naphtha launches, and a sail-boat, passed my window. They came from Daytona and were bound for a picturesque little fresh-water stream some distance north, which bears the quaint Indian name Of Tomoka. The merry shouts and rollicksome laughter which came from the excursion ists indicated that the multitudinous cares, anxieties, and sorrows which shadow life had been banished for a few hours, and that pleasure and the beauties Of nature were to be enjoyed with that wholesome abandon which is seen only when man escapes from the thraldom Of conventionalism and draws near to Nature. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.