Our scene lies in the upper part of the state of Georgia, a region at<br/>this time fruitful of dispute, as being within the Cherokee territories.<br/>The route to which we now address our attention, lies at nearly equal<br/>distances between the main trunk of the Chatahoochie and that branch of<br/>it which bears the name of the Chestatee, after a once formidable, but<br/>now almost forgotten tribe. Here, the wayfarer finds himself lost in a<br/>long reach of comparatively barren lands. The scene is kept from<br/>monotony, however, by the undulations of the earth, and by frequent<br/>hills which sometimes aspire to a more elevated title. The tract is<br/>garnished with a stunted growth, a dreary and seemingly half-withered<br/>shrubbery, broken occasionally by clumps of slender pines that raise<br/>their green tops abruptly, and as if out of place, against the sky.