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THE PERQUIMANS RIVER
From the Great Swamp's mysterious depths,Where wild beasts lurk and strange winds sough;From ancient forests dense and dark,Where gray moss wreathes the cypress bough;'Mid marshes green with flowers starred,Through fens where reeds and rushes sway,Past fertile fields of waving grain,Down to the sea I take my way.The wild swan floats upon my breast;The sea-gulls to my waters sink;And stealing to my low green shores,The timid deer oft stoops to drink.The yellow jessamine's golden bellsRing on my banks their fairy chime;And tall flag lilies bow and bend,To the low music keeping time.Between my narrow, winding banks,For many a mile I dream along'Mid silence deep, unbroken saveBy rustling reed, or wild bird's song;Or murmuring of my shadowed wavesBeneath the feathery cypress trees,Or pines, responsive to the breathOf winds that breathe sea memories.So far removed seem shore and stream,From sound and sight of mart or mill,That Kilcokonen's painted bravesMight roam my woods and marshes still.And still, as in the days of yore,Ere yet the white man's sail I knew,Upon my amber waves might skimThe Indian maiden's light canoe.Thus, half asleep, I dream along,Till low at first, and far away,Then louder, more insistent, callsA voice my heart would fain obey.And by a force resistless drawn,The narrow banks that fetter meI thrust apart, and onward sweepIn quiet strength toward the sea.I leave my marshes and my fens;I dream no more upon my way;But forward press, a river grown,In the great world my part to play.Upon my wide and ample breast,The white-winged boats go hurrying by;And on my banks the whirring wheelsOf busy mills hum ceaselessly.And sharing man's incessant toil,I journey ever onward down,With many a lovely sister stream,With all the waters of the Sound,To join the sea, whose billows break,In silver spray, in wild uproar,Upon the golden bars that guardThe lonely Carolina shore.
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IN ANCIENT ALBEMARLE
CHAPTER I WIKACOME IN WEAPOMEIOK, THE HOME OF GEORGE DURANT
In Perquimans County, North Carolina, there lies between the beautiful Perquimans River on the west, and her fair and placid sister, the Katoline or Little River, on the east, a lovely strip of land to which the red man in days long gone, gave the name of Wikacome....