WAIKNA;
OR,
ADVENTURES
ON THE
MOSQUITO SHORE.
BY SAMUEL A. BARD.
“Whatever sweets salute the northern sky,
With vernal lives, that blossom but to die;
These here disporting, own the kindred soil,
Nor ask luxuriance from the planter’s toil;
WAIKNA;
OR,
ADVENTURES
ON THE
MOSQUITO SHORE.
BY SAMUEL A. BARD.
“Whatever sweets salute the northern sky,
With vernal lives, that blossom but to die;
These here disporting, own the kindred soil,
Nor ask luxuriance from the planter’s toil;