Our scene lies in the upper part of the state of Georgia, a region atthis time fruitful of dispute, as being within the Cherokee territories.The route to which we now address our attention, lies at nearly equaldistances between the main trunk of the Chatahoochie and that branch ofit which bears the name of the Chestatee, after a once formidable, butnow almost forgotten tribe. Here, the wayfarer finds himself lost in along reach of comparatively barren lands. The scene is kept frommonotony, however, by the undulations of the earth, and by frequenthills which sometimes aspire to a more elevated title. The tract isgarnished with a stunted growth, a dreary and seemingly half-witheredshrubbery, broken occasionally by clumps of slender pines that raisetheir green tops abruptly, and as if out of place, against the sky.