For a radius of a hundred miles about Albany, stretched a great fertile land, luxuriant with forests of pine, oak, ash, hickory, and poplar; hot with the sun and damp with the rich black swamp-land; and here the corner-stone of the Cotton Kingdom was laid.
Du Bois describes the fertile lands around Albany, Georgia, highlighting their crucial role in the establishment of the Cotton Kingdom.
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