From "South Moon Under" 

                                        by  

                            Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

The Florida scrub was unique.The man Landry recognized it's quality for it's remoteness.There was perhaps no similar region anywhere.

It was a vast dry rectangular plateau, bounded on three sides by two rivers. The Ockawaka, flowing towards the north, bounded it on the west. At the north-west corner of the rectangle the Ocklawaha turned sharply at right angles and flowed due east. Joining at the north-east corner  the St. Johns river which formed the eastern demarcation.

Within these deep watery lines the scrub stood aloof, uninhibited through it's wider reaches. The growth repelled all human living. the soil was a tawny sand, from whose parched infertility there reared, indifferent to water, so dense a growth of scrub pine-the southern spruce-that the effect of the massed thin trunks was of a limitless, canopied stockade.It seemed impenetrable, for man-high growth of scrub oak, myrtle, sparkleberry and titi filled the interstices. Wide areas, indeed, admitted of no human passage.