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+From Bartram: 
+
+The general surface of the island being low, and generally level, produces a very great variety of trees, shrubs and herbaceous plants; particularly the great long-leaved Pitch-Pine, or Broom-Pine
+
+are intersected with plains of the dwarf prickly fan-leaved Palmetto, and lawns of grass variegated with stately trees of the great Broom-Pine, and the spreading ever-green Water-Oak, either disposed in clumps, or scatteringly planted by nature. The upper surface, or vegetative soil of the island, lies on a foundation, or stratum, of tenaceous cinerious coloured clay, which perhaps is the principal support of the vast growth of timber that arises from the surface, which is little more than a mixture of fine white sand and dissolved vegetables, serving as a nursery bed to hatch, or bring into existence, the infant plant, and to supply it with aliment and food, suitable to its delicacy and tender frame, until the roots, acquiring sufficient extent and solidity to lay hold of the clay, soon attain a magnitude and stability sufficient to maintain its station. Probably if this clay were dug out, and cast upon the surface, after being meliorated by the saline or nitrous qualities of the air, it would kindly incorporate with the loose sand, and become a productive and lasting manure
+
+
+HERE are also a great variety of birds, through out the seasons, inhabiting both sea and land. First I shall name the eagle, of which there are three species: the great grey eagle is the largest, of great strength and high flight; he chiefly preys on fawns and other young quadrupeds.
+THE bald eagle is likewise a large, strong, and very active bird, but an execrable tyrant: he supports his assumed dignity and grandeur by rapine and violence, extorting unreasonable tribute and subsidy from all the feathered nations.
+THE last of this race I shall mention is the falco piscatorius, or fishing-hawk: this is a large bird, of high and rapid flight; his wings are very long and pointed, and he spreads a vast sail, in proportion to the volume of his body. This princely bird subsists entirely on fish, which he takes himself, scorning to live and grow fat on the dear earned labours of another; he also contributes liberally to the support of the bald eagle.
+WATER-FOWL, and the various species of land-birds, also abound, most of which are mentioned by Catesby, in his Hist. Carolina, particularly his painted finch (Emberiza Ceris Linn.) exceeded by none of the feathered tribes, either in variety and splendour of dress, or melody of song.
+
+CATESBY'S ground doves are also here in abundance: they are remarkably beautiful, about the size of a sparrow, and their soft and plaintive cooing perfectly enchanting.
+How chaste the dove! “never known to violate the conjugal contract.”
+She flees the seats of envy and strife, and seeks the retired paths of peace.
+THE sight of this delightful and productive island, placed in front of the rising city of Sunbury, quickly induced me to explore it; which I apprehended, from former visits to this coast, would exhibit a comprehensive epitome of the history of all the sea-coast islands of Carolina and Georgia, as likewise in general of the coast of the main; and as I considered this excursion along the coast of Georgia and northern border of Florida, a deviation from the high road of my intended travels, yet I performed it in order to employ to the most advantage the time on my hands, before the treaty of Augusta came on, where I was to attend, about May or June, by desire of the Superintendant, J. Stewart, Esq; who, when I was in Charleston, proposed, in order to facilitate my travels in the Indian territories, that, if I would be present at the Congress, he would introduce my business to the chiefs of the Cherokees, Creeks, and other nations, and recommend me to their
+
+### Beginnings of Rice
+
+Came from Slave gardens according to many.
+
+Especially:
+
+https://www.h-net.org/reviews/showrev.php?id=6127:
+
+Judith A. Carney. Black Rice: The African Origins of Rice Cultivation in the Americas. 
+
+---
+
+
+Rice was beginning, coming from Africans out of Sierra Leon.:
+
+The South Carolina planters were, at first, completely ignorant of rice cultivation, and their
+early experiments with this specialized type of tropical agriculture were mostly failures. They
+soon recognized the advantage of importing slaves from the traditional rice-growing region of
+West Africa, and they generally showed far greater interest in the geographical origins of
+African slaves than did planters in other North American colonies. The South Carolina rice
+planters were willing to pay higher prices for slaves from the "Rice Coast," the "Windward
+Coast," the "Gambia," and "Sierra-Leon"; and slave traders in Africa soon learned that South
+Carolina was an especially profitable market for slaves from those areas. When slave traders
+arrived in Charlestown with slaves from the rice-growing region, they were careful to advertise
+their origin on auction posters or in newspaper announcements, sometimes noting that the
+slaves were "accustomed to the planting of rice." Traders who arrived in Charlestown with
+slaves from other parts of Africa where rice was not traditionally grown, such as Nigeria, often
+found that their slaves fetched lower prices. In some cases, they could sell no slaves at all and
+had to sail away to another port.
+The South Carolina and Georgia colonists ultimately adopted a system of rice cultivation that
+drew heavily on the labor patterns and technical knowledge of their African slaves. During the
+growing season the slaves on the rice plantations moved through the fields in a line, hoeing
+rhythmically and singing work songs to keep in unison. At harvest time the women processed
+the rice by pounding it in large wooden mortars and pestles, virtually identical to those used in
+West Africa, and then "fanning" the rice in large round winnowing baskets to separate the grain
+and chaff. The slaves may also have contributed to the system of sluices, banks, and ditches
+used on the South Carolina and Georgia rice plantations. West African farmers traditionally
+cultivated local varieties of wet rice on the flood plains and dry rice on the hillsides.
+
+source: https://glc.yale.edu/sites/default/files/files/South%20Carolina%20Rice%20Plantations.pdf
+
+---
+
+South Carolina’s first great agricultural staple, rice dominated the lowcountry’s economy for almost two hundred years, influencing almost every aspect of life in the region from the early eighteenth century to the early twentieth century. Rice was responsible for the area’s rise to prominence in the colonial era. But the commercial rice industry collapsed in the late nineteenth century, leaving much of the lowcountry with few viable economic options for a half-century or more. It was only in the second half of the twentieth century that the economic and social legacy of rice began to recede into history.Domestication of rice began in Asia between seven thousand and ten thousand years ago and spread gradually to other parts of Eurasia and Africa. The cereal arrived in the Western Hemisphere along with Europeans and Africans as part of the “Columbian exchange” of plants, animals, and germs that began in the late fifteenth century. Although rice accompanied Europeans and Africans to the Western Hemisphere, the cereal did not become an important cash crop in the Americas until the South Carolina rice complex was developed in the eighteenth century. Carolinians, both Europeans and Africans, had likely grown small amounts of rice to eat, but not until the 1710s or 1720s were local capital, labor, and entrepreneurship sufficient to support significant commercial production.The origin of the South Carolina rice industry is complex and controversial. Until relatively recently historians accorded Europeans primary credit for originating rice production in South Carolina. During the past few decades, however, some scholars have amassed evidence suggesting instead that Africans were the prime movers in the earliest days of rice cultivation in South Carolina. In a technical (and technological) sense, the “black rice” view of the origins of rice cultivation may be correct. It is important to note, however, that there were several other plausible routes of transmission, and that there is a big difference between rice production and a rice industry. Regardless of the origins of rice cultivation in the colony, the South Carolina rice industry was informed by European and Euro-American aspirations and entrepreneurship along with African technology and labor.Despite considerable research, little is known about early rice production techniques or even sites. Some “wet” rice may have been grown from the start, but scholars generally agree that the first rice crops were produced “dry,” that is, without irrigation and on relatively “high” ground. Throughout its history in South Carolina, most rice cultivation took place in the lowcountry, but production was distributed quite unevenly within this region. 
+
+source: http://www.scencyclopedia.org/sce/entries/rice/
+
+---
+
+### Hurricane
+
+Hurricane of 1713
+
+Carolina Hurricane of 1713. Charleston town was once again inundated by the sea (see 1700). The death toll was reportedly significant and resulted from the high storm surge that washed in with the storm. On Sullivan's Island, "The new lookout made of wood, built eight square and eighty feet high, was blown down." In Charleston's harbor, all but one of the vessels were driven ashore and "all the front wall and mud parapet before Charlestown [were] undermined and washed away." The two rivers on both sides of the town were connected for a period of unknown time during the storm. The storm was reportedly more violent in the north of Charleston, suggesting that landfall was made north of the town. The effects were most prominent in Currituck County, North Carolina near the Virginia-North Carolina border, where the storm surge breached the Outer Banks and opened several inlets into the Currituck Sound. William Byrd, one of the commissioners who established the Virginia-North Carolina boundary, stated, "There was no tide in Currituck until 1713, when a violent storm opened a new inlet five miles south of the old one. One of the new inlets carved out by the storm became the location where the Virginia-North Carolina line begins on the Atlantic coast."[18]
+
+from Early American hurricanes 1492-1870, David Ludlum, https://www.amazon.com/Early-American-Hurricanes-1492-1870-Ludlum/dp/B000RB6C4A 
+
+## Ring Shout
+
+Shout Because You're Free: The African American Ring Shout Tradition By Art Rosenbaum  UGA Press
+
+Shout may have come from saut, an afro-aribic word meaning fervernt dance.
+
+Tended to happen in cold weather, took a lot of energy \r
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+## intro
+    - marking the pines
+    - description of the swamp
+    - father character
+    - back at camp the fires and tar
+    - night on the beach
+
+## Morning with Birdie rising early
+    - the sea
+    - the wind
+    - the dunes
+    - father doing the gestures, walking the circle, hebrew word for kingdom
+    - the rider comes after breakfast with news of the ship to careen.
+    - ring shout in the woods
+        - introduce the slaves on the rice plantation to the south
+
+## ship arrives to careen
+    - anne bonnie
+    - the carreening 
+    - party
+        conversation around the fire that l and b overhear
+    - masonic handshakes and symbols
+
+## travel to charlestown as a family by boat
+    - end of fall on the beach
+    - description of the city
+    - slave market
+    - toys for l and b and h
+
+## On to Savannah and then St Augustine for the winter
+
+## storm
+    - someone dies
+
+
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+# Prologue
+
+They were two. Blood covered the sheets. Even the midwife was whimpering and pitiful by the end. "A night and day," their father would say later. Their mother never corrected him. And they were born, one the night, one the day. 
+
+People remarked on this for a long while afterward, though none of them knew which was born at night, which the day. Nor would they have been able to tell what difference it might have made if you pressed them. Still, the story of it followed them. 
+
+It followed them out of the town where they spent their winters to the wide open flood planes of the river where they spent their summers amongst the great pines. It followed them like a whisper of wind through those pines. A whisper that blew harder every year, as if a storm were gathering. 
+
+There father spent all summer, a cold summer, sitting in the evenings, outside the tent, stroking his thick black beard and studying the wind and waves. There are storms worse than those at sea he told their mother. That year, when the last the southerlies blew out and before the northerlies turned fierce and cold, they loaded the small boat and slipped out of the story.
+
+They kept to the coast until the great crossing, to the island, to London town, of which the twins retained no memory, but the mention of which still made their father shudder and their mother turn quiet. 
+
+And then there were gone.
+
+The trees were all they took with them. The memory of the trees. The deep darkness of the forest floor where they would lie, staring up at the trees, the trees reaching like thick fingers to scratch at the light of the sky above.
+
+
+# Among the Stumps
+
+She was named Linnea for her father's friend in the old country, but her mother called her Lulu from the day she was born. 
+
+Like her twin sister She'd been easing mainsheets and tightening sheets since she could walk, crossed an ocean before she'd seen five north winters, and survived the burning sun and flaming fevers of the Carolina swamps to reach her eighth year. Her skin was brown from long days in the sun. She was thin, but strong. Her body all bone and taught ropy muscle. Her hair was brown bleached to blond by the summer sun.
+
+She licked her lip, pulling the beads of sweat into her mouth and savoring the salty flavor. *You are the sea, you sweat the sea all day every day.*
+
+Lulu hopped from stump to stump. Crouching down, her knees bent like coiled springs and then sprong, she exploded toward the next stump, landed, teetered, stopped there. There were plenty of stumps. The whole forest was gone. 
+
+"Cut em down for the Guvner's mansion or some such nonsense." Her father had grumbled earlier in the boat. In the bow Tamba rotated his powerful upper body, careful not to let his weight move side to side, and looked back at her. He smiled and said, "Rice lulu. They cut dem down, sell the timber to the guvner," Tamba paused and smiled again, raised his eyes toward the sky; they both knew her father, standing in the stern of the boat, pushing them through the marsh with the long pine pole, could not see Tamba's rolled eyes. They shared a silent laugh. "But the real reason is the plant the rice. The rice will give us food." Lulu heard her father grunt, Tamba turned around again the boat slid silently along the edge of the marsh, where a thin line of trees still stood, offering some shade from the already brutal mid morning sun.
+
+The water ran out right before the line of great oaks started. There were clumps of prickly fan-leaved palmetto trees growing beneath the oaks. The muddy bank of the marsh quickly gave way to the dark coloured clay, mixed with sand and hundreds of years of leafy hummus. This was the soil, rich in nutrients that would grow rice. "For a time at least," her father had said as he dragged the small piroque up onto the muddy clay bank, next to stand of palmetto and tied the painter to a tree. But you take away the pine, nothing will hold this soil."
+
+"Rice will hold the soil." Tamba stood under the shade of an oak, arms crossed, nearly invisible in the darkness of the shade.
+
+"You know this?"
+
+"My people know this."
+
+Her father shrugged. "I'll take your word for it then." He climbed up the bank and reached down to lift Lulu up as well. "I tell you what won't hold it. Potatoes. Turnips. I've already seen that play out."
+
+"Turnips?"
+
+"Like a potato, waxy inside, but bitter."
+
+"Ah, like you."
+
+Her father smiled at Tamba. "I am not bitter."
+
+"No, not you." He shook his head slowly, a sly look crossed his eyes, "But you are waxy."
+
+Her father and Tamba continued to debate the merits of crops and soil as they walked through the oak and palmetto forest toward the bright clearing ahead. Lulu decided that, while she loved her father and looked to him for many things, Tamba was probably the better farmer. But it puzzled her a little why they cared, since neither of them farmed. Her father hated farming and made no secret of it, though he was happy to live by farmers. The Geechee were good farmers. But most of them were not free. A few like Tamba were. But he too was no farmer. 
+
+Tamba and her father were still arguing as they stepped into the clearing. "Mind the gators Lu," her father called over his shoulder. "And the snakes. Fresh cuts and all." Stirring up the forest stirred up the animcals of the forest. The plant eaters lost their homes, the insects lost their homes. The animals that ate the insects lost their food. Only the animals at the very top stood any change. The snake might get the homeless mouse, but eagle got the snake. Nothing got the aligator though. Nothing ever got the aligator. Her father always said not to fear the aligator, but to respect it. Give it a wide berth and do what you can to make sure it doesn't see you as meat. She sat down on stump and wondered what made you look or not look like meat.
+
+Tamba and her father walked out into the field, leaving her at the tree line. They stopped every so often to dig at the roots of the stumps with their sharpened staves, marking choice stumps as they went.
+
+Three hours later the sun was directly overhead. Lulu could just barely see her father on the far side of what had once been a forest of broom pine. Slash pine the sailors called it. Whatever you call it, the trees were gone. No more tufts of green above to filter the harsh clean light of day, no more long thin needles to whistle in the wind when the onshore breezes started. It was dead still, the world highlighted in a glare that made it difficult to see. It was hot, humid. The air felt like a wet wool blanket wrapped around you. Lulu decided she would not like to be a rice plant or anything else that tried to get along in this place. She liked it better back at camp. By the sea, the wind. 
+
+She jumped to another stump and looked down. It had her father's mark on it. A square inside a diamond. "Two squares really," he had once told her and her sister, "one is just rotated 90 degrees. It's easier to draw than four interlocking circles, which is what I used before."
+
+