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:*M: 3HT " vol i-xo on. ~THOMAS VILLE, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, AUGUST 2, ’880 S5.00 PER ANNUM P hj CD P P c+ O •-* o g- P ° p Cfq S 3 P’ P* p CD <sq O ._. 3> 'B <<j ' Mj W. i> 0 0 0 ill s CD g> Ui *-i P-* n ^ J o p n H CD J P M JS c+ ^7* c+ CD p* O c+ O «<J es p. S>3 *•* m :b J <<! CD P 3* U CD Q 0 [I! ► S Q 0 (D U M h a 3l > % ui be c a •t A H CD CD E' Letter from Cumberland Island. CUMnERLAND Island,July 30,1889. —[Staff Correspondent.] We left Thomasville on the night train Wed nesday and arrived here next morning. In a few hours we are transported by ••land and sea” from our inland city among the pines to the shores of the broad Atlartic. It is a pleasant te- spite from every day business and heated brick walls to come here where one can be refreshed by the cool breezes and mingle with the many others who are on pleasure bent. The trip over from Brunswick was inter esting. St. Andrews’ sound was not too rough to prevent the passengers on board from enjoying the lovely panorama before them. To the left was the “city by' the sea,” and along her wharf fiont were crafts of all varie ties and nationalities, from the river steamboat, with its quaint appearance of open decks and stern wheel to the great ocean steamship. Sailing ships from every clime were loading with lumber and turpentine and the cheery cry of the longshoremen, “Heave ho,” mingled with the swish of th# water as the City of Brunswick left a long, foamy wake behind. To the right the river, winding in and out among marsh grass, formid a pleasing background to the city. Gaily painted pleasure yachts darted about, sometimes almost under the bow of our boat. Down the bay we glided until even the tall towers of the Oglethorpe dis appeared from sight in the distance. In St. Simon sound we get a view of the St. Simons light house. Up Jekyl clock, and past Jekyl island, on which the Lorillards, Vanderbilts and others have their princely club house and ganie preserve, thence across St. An- drnws sound, a grand sheet of water, where we catch the first sight of old ocean, to Cumberland island. Here on the bluff called "High Point,” street cars are in waiting to carry you a mile and a half away through lovely island growth to Bunkey's hotel, our destina tion. The hotel and a number of cottages, for families who desire the seclusion they alford, are situated in a shady grove lacing an inlet that winds gracefully among the marsh grass that stretches miles away to Little Cum berland. The tide water of the inlet swarm with mullet, trout, sheephead, and a variety of other fine fish, and its nearness to the hotel makes fishing easily enjoyed. Almost'directly over the inlet is situated the pavilion which is a favorite lounging place lor the guests, to talk, read, play cards, and later in the evening dainty lecl keep time to l’rof. Wurms’ orchestral music, mingled with the soothing accompani ment of the ocean. Only a few yards away is the wharf where a fleet of boats is kept for fishing, exercise or pleasure excursions. In exchange for the regular every day suit, flannel shirts and outing clothes are donned by the gentlemen ar.d light dresses by the ladies. Another street ear ride of half a mile, which is even pret tier than the one from the landing, carries you to the beach. The road along the way is more sandy as we approach the coast, and for the most of the way is by the inlet. On each side thickets ol palmetto, and strange looking scrub bush grow and stately old oaks covered with moss and vines interlace over our heads. The beach here is twenty miles long and is the finest on the Atlantic coast. Com mencing along the base of the sand hills it has an average width of five hfmdrcd feet upon which the waves roll with splendid surf. On each side the sand stretches in an unbroken line as far as the eye cap see, and is so hard that the wheels of a buggy scarcely leave a scratch upon its smooth, white surface. Reader, have you ever indulged in a surf bath?, if you have not you have yet to antici pate the most exhilarating of privileges. Those initiated in the caprices of surf bathing have no end* of amusement in laughing over the awkward ways of debutantes. In the first place a lady beginner has an experience very much like an amateur actresses’ stage fright, when her time approaches to [‘go on.” The bath house is the dressing room, the beach and water the stage, and the people in the pavillion the audi ence. It is impossible tor joung ladies, especially, to appear, for the first time, before a crowd in the brevity of a bathing suit without feeling queer, and they are almost tempted to wait next time, but they soon get over their timidity when the water is reached in the excitement of riding the waves, supported by the skill of their escort. “Enwrapped was she in modest hue, That hid her from a vulgar view, And yet her form showed plainly through. “And with each gently passing swell How gently she rose and fell, This sweetj this lovely water belie. "Sweet maid upon the rolling sen, |It matters not where 1 may be, Thy picture’ll oft appear to me." Bathing is but one of the many diversions to be enjoyed. It is an angler’s paradise. 'The waters ate full of gamy fish which afford fine sport. All varieties of shore birds,such as gulls, pelicans, fish hawks, curlews; cranes, plover, snipe and other varie ties, arc shot in large numbers. Deer, bear, wild cats, foxes and alligators constitute the larger game on the island. .Hunting turtle eggs is a pop ular sport, and as many as a hundred and twenty are sometimes found in one nest. At night we go fishing in a novel manner. A couple of lanterns are placed in the boat, and as we tow up and down the inlet, the mullet, attract ed by the light, jump into the boat. Of course they are liable to strike you, and the ladies scream every time they are hit. ' - -JXhere are many places here of interest to visitors. Dungenness, the former home of Light Horse Harry Lee, of revolutionary fame, now owned by the family of the late Daniel Car negie, the Pittsburg milliouaire, is one of them. It is at Dungenness that Gen. Lee is buried. The wife.daugh ter and son in-law of Gen. Nathaniel Green are also interred there. The inscriptions on the toombs are old fashioned and quaint, and I wish I had space here to copy them. The mornings and evenings feel much like fall on account of the cool ing sea breezes that continually blow, and I wish I could inclose some home. As it is about time to lay out plans for the day’s sport, I will bid you au revoir. T. M. W. Religious Fanaticism. The following aro a tew of the questions asked by “King Solomon” of Ltbcry county, and the answers given by his dupes: “Where will the children of the Wilder ness go when they die?” “To heaven.” “What do the mockers turn to?” “To ’gators, then to coolers, then to snakes, then to full, nnd then they come back to the people without color.” ‘ Wlint are yon teil on when you arc ba bies?” “Milk.” “Sweetened milk,” corrected the king. “What will be your rations when you go to heaven?” “Milk and honey.” “How did your mothers nurse you when you ware babies?" "She used to put ns in the cradle." “Will there be any cradles in heaven?” “No, but wc will salt on wings like the birds of the nir. "Who knews the most?” "The long haired people.” “Why do they know more than the short haired people?" “Because we crucified llio Son." “How did you crucify him? Show ine.” At this twenty men Jumped up nnd stretched out their arms, making the sign of the cross. Harrison’s friends now clnim that he can tell a good story. It would have to be a mighty poor joke, if told by tlio president, if some one did not laugh at it. Why, an office-seeker would throw back his head and fairly roar at the veriest sort of a chestnut. With tears running down his cheeks, from excessive laughter, he wouhl declare that it wa3 the best story he had ever heard. O, the president can find plenty ef men to laugh at his jokes, however stale they may be. THOMAS H. BENTON’S PLUCK. Illustrated by His Quarrel in the Senate with Senator Foote. I witnessed this incident in the Senate, in which Thomas II. Benton played a prominent part, writes Han nibal Ilamlin. Senator Foote, of Mississippi, had assailed him violent ly daily, until "Mr. Benton deliberate ly arose one morning in the Senate and declared that if the rules of the Senate were not enforced by its pre siding officer lie would take the rules into his own hands. lie notified the senator from Mississippi that “if he continues his personal assaults on uy- self, I will take care of him myself.” Well, I was quietly writing one morning when :ny car told me that Foote was pursuing precisely the same course of proceedings as the day before; the chair of Benton on my left was thrown back with great vio lence and ho passed me in the area and went tow’ard Foote as though he had a purpose in his mind. I never doubted that lie had. Foote glided out from his seat down amid flic senators, taking from some part of his person a pistol and at tempting to cock it. I suppose it was one of that kind of pistols that had a guard in the rear, and he had forgotten to pull the guard around nnd couldn’t cock it; hut when he was passing down and trying to use the pistol, Benton literally tore his vest open and said: “Senators, stand aside and let the assassin shoot.” Well, the assassin finally readied the seat of Daniel S. Dickinson of New York, who disarmed him, and there, was a-cry all over tho Sennto, “No quarreling! No quarreling 1” Benton had returned to his scat, nnd with the dignity of a Roman ho said: “Mr. President, I never quar rel. I have sometimes fought, and when I fought, I fought for a funer al !” The Fertility of Our Pine Land. To the traveler who passcshurriedly through the pine region of Southern Georgia the land looks poor and un inviting. Its only value seems to he the magnificent timber which it hears. The stately pine has its admirers everywhere, but the soil that pro duces it, with its gray, sandy appear ance, is looked upon with disfavor. The “wire grass region” has been applied as a term of reproach to the southern counties of our state, which were regarded as only favorable to the production of gophers, scrub cat tle and razor back hogs. That day is rapidly passing away. Since the rail roads, the great civilizers in all lands, have penetrated these vast forests a brighter day has dawned, and every year develops the capacity of the soil in the production of almost every article upon which man or beast subsists. There is scarcely a county in that once derided district to-day which is not giving more signs of gen eral improvement in all that goes to make a people prosperous arid inde pendent than any others in the state. There arc many sections of the state where the natural soil will produce more abundantly, hut none where fertilizers pay .so large a dividend. In most places where guano is used its virtues are exhausted by tiic crop of the first year, but in this piny woods region the effect can lie seen for two or three years. There is a good clay foundation upon which to build. The soil is rather light and easily cultivated, and more cotton and corn can he raised to the mule than on the heavier land, because the acreage to the mule is-so much grea ter. The intelligent application of manures is the only essential necessity to make farming in this section more remunerative and productive than elsewhere in the state. This is not mere assertion. Ample evidence is at hand to sustain the statement. Wc do not mean, of course, that this section will produce as much per acre as bottom laud of other sections, but taking the upland of any other anil comparing with this, the piny woods region will bring, as the lcsults of toil, more profit. Hitherto the great industries of the lower counties were the manu facture of timber and naval Btorcs. The prevalent idea has always been that when the timber was removed and the land left unprotected from the sun that its fertility was gone. This lias proven a fallacy. During a recent visit to that section, we found, on this once seemingly abandoned land, both corn and cotton growing that far excelled some of tMb best cultivated fields in Middle Georgia. The grasses are now being culti vated in these lower counties with a remarkable success. The crab and Texas blue grass, Bermuda and lucern ■have yielded profitable croos, and the area of cultivation will be more than doubled next year. Fruits are well adapted to this section, l’ears, ap ples and peaches grow to perfection in this latitude, both os to size nnd flavor; and nowhere else does the melon reach such proportions and per fection as in this sandy soil. The root crop is nut excelled in any land. Some people thought that the mana gers of the South Georgia and Flori da railroad were mistaken in locating their experimental farm in the piny woods, hut they will soon demonstrate that they were wiser than all their critics. Its success is an assured fact already. Wc Imvc written thus of this sec tion because wc believe it has always been greatly misunderstood, and in the light of recent developments all we have said can be thoroughly sus tained.—Telegraph. Some Myths of History. In a recent issue of Lippincott, Wm. S. Walsh proceeds to impeach the credibility of history. Kingsley said it was “largely a lieNapoleon declared it was a “fable agreed upon,” and Dumas dubbed it “left-handed truth.” The difficulty of securing true accounts of every day happenings shows how empty must he the average recital of history. The author ex plodes the myth about the hundred Spartans stopping Xerxes at Ther mopylae. As a matter of fact the army of Leonidas was composed of 12,000 men. According to Homer’s own account Helen must have been sixty years old when Paris fell in love with her. William Tell was a myth; Joan of Arc was probnbly not burned at Rouen. Henry V. was not a mad cap who stopped the food of the chief justice or reveled with sots at East- cheap. The phrase, “The old guard dies, but never surrenders,” was repu diated by Carbronuc. The nbbe who attended Louis XYL on the scaffold frankly acknowledged that he never said, “Son of St. Louis, ascend to heaven.” Sieycs denies that, when asked what he did during the reign of terror, he answered, J’ai men—“I lived.” Pitt’s alleged speech begin ning “the atrocious crime of being a young man,” was really written by Dr. Johnson, who was not present during the debate with Walpole. Nor did Judge Taney ever say that “the negro had no rights which a white man was bound to respect.” It was Cato and not Talleyrand who said that “speech was given to a man to conceal thought.” History is in danger of being discred ited and overturned. Walpole wrote an ingcuious piece to prove that Richard III never lived; Whatley published a book in 1810 to show that there was uo such mau as Napoleon, and Andrew hang has shown in a sprightly essay that Gladstone is only another name for the sun. Where are wc drifting?—Augusta Chronicle. “Mary,” said Miss Ponsonby to her maid, “von must really never again allow Fido to get on my bed.” “I’ve done my best to break him of the habit, ma’am,” she replied, “for its awful.” “I should say it was awful,” returned Miss Ponsonby. “I just found a bed bug on the poor little thing.” PRICES! —AT—. LEVY’S Our Mr. Levy is now in New York making Fall purchases, and he has sent us word to KNOCK DOWN PRICES on all sum mer goods, and make room for our immense Fall and Winter stock that is coming. So. from now on, all Spring aud Snmmer goods go at old “Knocked Down Prices.” Remnant table full of choice bargains every week. Levys Dry Ms to Mitclicll House ter.