In writing this history we feel that it is due to the memory of the aborigines, our Scotch pioneers, and for the wholesome benefit Of their descendants, who may feel that they have eclipsed them' in learning and in the true ways Of life in these advanced days Of thinking, Of educa tion, and Of fashion. We will venture to say just here that there are but few bits of territory to be found anywhere that are so pregnant with readable history, if properly brought out, as this little, once isolated, Walton section. Lying here, as it were, in the protecting arms of her bounding riv ers, with these loving daughters keeping faithful watch, with her head lying in the lap Of Alabama, that says, Here let us rest, while the great Mexican Gulf, at one time, humbly washing her feet with its gentle waves, to make them pure and white like snow, and at another time dashing her angry waves in maddened fury upon her, with hollow murmuring that sickens the heart and threatens destruction. Listen! Jupiter is enraged now, the coruscations Of his wrath leap over the deep, the pent-up winds are loosed from their caverns, and Old Neptune is riding in glory on the surging waves and through the angry breakers. What a picture! Hugged on either side in the loving arms Of unsleeping protec tion, her head at rest, while her feet are being trampled upon by cruel waves threatening total destruction. Unique though this picture may seem, yet we find that it symbolizes the history Of her people.