Except in this bit of pine barren, the roads are exceedingly muddy.
It was really a pine barren, such as may be seen to this day in what is called the wire-grass region of southern Georgia.
The Indians had left the swamp and hidden themselves in a pine barren, near which the roadway wound.
More interesting, and a thousand times more memorable, than any flower or bird was the pine barren itself.
One does for the Southern pine barren what the other does for the Northern berry pasture.