“The Withlacoochee River narrowed, and then branched. We stayed to the East of the water and followed the smaller split before Henry Lee stopped the carriage.
“This is Little River, Miss Katherine.”
It was small and still, greenish and amber hued yet clear and crisp. Three men could lie boot to hat and bridge it in the area selected for our fishing festival. I know I must have looked unimpressed with the quick way in which Henry Lee went on to defend the spot.
“It's been raining, all them fish are gonna come through here looking to eat up all the washed out bugs. It's a good spot, Miss.”
His smile forced my surrender, he was clearly pleased to be out on such a task.”
-excerpt from 'Before Bed, Monday, August 19, 1861' in Diary of Mimosa Creek.
(Despoina Publishing/ E.M.K. 2012)
Photo: Little River, April 6, 2014. E.M.K.