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letter from South Carolina's Srabonril.
Sullivan Island, Aug. 21, 1877.
Dear Sun : As I sit in my easy chair,
listening to the ceaseless roar of old ocean
thundering on the beach, and see the sand
dotted with men, women and little children
(and, by-the-way, the infantry is ever rep
resented here in large numbers), I thought
a line about our seaside resort would not
be amiss this sultry weather. The Island,
as your readers are doubtless aware, is
situated about five miles from Charleston,
and was given to the State by General
Sullivan many years ago. Here we have
the site of Fort Moultrie, of Revolutionary
fame. A more modem fort now stands in
its place, and during the late war well sus
tained the reputation of its ancestor of '7G.
The grave of Osceola, the celebrated In
dian ehief lies here, enclosed by a neat iron
railing—a simple marble slab, inscribed
“ Osceola, Warrior, Patriot; died 1838.”
It is a spot much sought after by the
strangers who visit our Island, and they
listen with eager attention to an old gen
tlemen here, who has personal remem
brances of the Chief.
It would be very refreshing for you to
see with what evident delight men from
the dusty, hot, sultry city enjoy the plunge
into the open arms of old ocean ; and not
men and boys only—but see ! there comes,
daintily tripping from the bathing house, a
form most divinely fair, clad in an exquis
ite bathing suit—and lo 1 there's another !
and another! until we have a sprinkling of
the fair sex plunging in the surf. To see
these dear creatures sporting in the waves,
and to h*ar their clear, ringing peals of
laughter (like silver bells) as a huge billow
breaks over them, engulfing them for a
moment, is a sight which makes a con
firmed (not to say confounded) old bache
lor like the writer wish he were young
again.
We have as fine surf bathing as there is
in the North, so the knowing ones inform
us. The surf bathing, although the great
est, is by no means the only attraction we
can offer. You can take your choice of
riding, driving, sailing, rowing, or walking
on the beach. Of a bright moonlight
night as we ponder along, thinking upon
many perplexing subjects, or gazing
thoughtfully at old Fort Sumter which
looms up a short distance out at sea, we
occasionally pass a young couple arm m
arm slowly moving along; from her half
averted face, and his muttering about
“ Women’s vows are traced on sand,” we
suppose it’s the old, old story, as old as
the waves of old ocean itself, which lies
like a sea of silver under the bright beams
of the moon. We mutter “bosh! non
sense !” and move on. Bachelors arc not,
however, competent of judging of such
matters.
We also have for the sterner sex, settled
men, a never failing source of pleasure in
our endless variety of fishing. One can in
a few hours catch a fine “ mess ” of Whit
ing, Skip Jack, and Trout weighing from
two to five pounds. Off the rocks with a
fishing rod and reel line you have good
sport with Sheep-head, a fine fish of 8 to
10 pounds ; Bass, a very game and delicate
one, generally from 5 to 10 pounds ; Drum,
a noisy fellow, from 5 to 10 pounds, and if
your inclination suit and you are not afraid
of paying tribute to Neptune, the Black
Fish banks are very inviting; parties of
five frequently catch two to three hundred
in a morning’s fish—haul up three at a
time, good big fellows from 3 to 5 pounds.
Our “Hops” form quite an attraction
to those who love to “ trip it on the light,
fantastic toe.”
A party from your State, about twenty
ladies and gentlemen, spent a week with
us and participated in all of the above
mentioned amusements. IN ith a fine surf,
good board and Accommodation, first-class
society, as handsome young ladies as can
be found anywhere, cool, delightful, nights
and mornings, we cannot sec why our
Island should not become a famous seaside
resort.
Hoping to have the pleasure of meeting
a large delegation from Hart next summer,
I remain, yours truly, Drum Fish.
A Trip to the t’entre of the World.
A correspondent of the Toccoa Herald ,
who had the Hardyhood to attempt a visit
to the above historic spot, thus describes
his adventures and impressions :
On the morning of the 11th inst., I
yielded to an attraction that I have been
resisting all my life. This gravitation or
attraction toward the “ Centre of the
World” has been the prolilic source of
many falls, wounds and bruises in my past
life. Yet I was swayed by this mysterious
influence, and early Saturday morning I
set out for the Centre of the world, or
Hartwell Camp Ground. Without the oc
currence of any wonderful adventure, I
reached the camp at 4 o’clock p. m.
Philosophers and Geologists entertain
the theory that the world’s centre is com
posed of a burning, boiling, seething, niol
ten mass, whence volcanos are supplied
with the burning lava that they belch forth
: from their craters during an eruption.
I I saw nothing of the kind, but I did have
ithe exquisite pleasure of feasting my eyes
|on that rare excellence of feminine bea,uty
fchat constitutes one of the chief attractions
ipf N. E. Georgia. The cordial welcome
Extended to visitors by the tent holders,
Boon made me feel perfectly at home,
■hey vied each other in their hospitalities.
B am especially indebted to my kind friends
■ Old B.” anu his lady for the liberal hos
■talities I shared at their hands. They
VOL. II—NO. 1.
surpassed even the proverbial “ Old Vir
ginia welcome.”
By-the-way, 1 had the pleasure of making
the acquaintance of Mr. McGill, who is
associated with The Hartwell Sun. 1
have long known Thk Sun to be a spicy
sheet, hut 1 did not know where its spice
was manufactured. I now know that
Messrs. Benson & McGill are fully equal
to the task of running a first-class spice
mill.
I left the campground after three o'clock
services Sabbath afternoon. Very reluct
antly did I tear myself away from the so
cial and spiritual enjoyments of the occa
sion. During my sojourn. I had the pleas
ure of listening to some very able and in
teresting sermons. A large number of
persons were in attendance ; supposed on
Sunday to be about fifteen hundred. There
seemed to be an undercurrent of religious
feeling prevailing on Saturday, but it was
dispelled to a greater or less extent on
Sunday by the presence of those who came
not to be edifieu. but to enjoy themselves
socially. It is a lamentable truth that our
camp meetings rarely ever accomplish
much good on Sunday for the reasons above
stated.
I enjoyed the meeting very much and
will not soon forget the kindness of the
many friends whom I met there.
In the section of country over which I
traveled I found crops generally very good,
in some localities ram is needed badly and
crops will soon suffer, without it. 11. J.
The Ittill-l>oir and the Incendiary.
Wilber J. Derman, of the firm of Di
vine, Dußois & Cos., says the Ellenville (N.
Y.) Journal , the hero of the Morsston bur
glar tights, was awakened at midnight on
Thursday last by the tramp of a horse.
A moment’s listening convinced him that
the sound he heard came from the barn
near the store where he slept, and that
someone was leading the horse out of the
barn. Tojump out of bed, seize his gun
—a double-barrel shot-gun, each barrel
loaded with seven buckshot—and run to
the window was the work of an instant.
As he looked from the window a horseman
dashed past at full speed. Derman threw
forward the gun and blazed away, then
seized a tin horn, which his past experi
ence had taught him to keep near him for
an alarm, and ran down stairs. Here was
chained a bull-dog, one of the most feroci
ous of his kind. Herman slipped the
chain, threw open the side door of the
store, yelled, “Cos for him, old fellow,”
and the old fellow did go for him. The
dog evidently knew what was wanted, for
he bounded over the fence and made
straight across the fields, in a course that
would lead him to the road w r herc it turn
ed, about a quarter of a mile from the store.
Derman hurried after the dog, and saw in
the road 100 yards distant the figure of the
man and horse. He fired the other bar
rel of the gun, which he still carried, and
was hurrying on, when it occurred to him
that he was in a poor plight for a fight,
with no clothes on, and an empty gun and
a tin horn as weapons. So he turned back.
As he turned he saw that the lumber piles
behind the depot were on fire. Derman
blew his horn, and in an instant Mr. Pres
ton Dußois came hurrying from his house,
aud soon the inhabitants of the little town
were out in force. Two fires were discov
ered, in the lumber behind the freight
house, another in the pile behind the depot.
The former was soon extinguished, but the
latter was too far advanced. All that
could be done was to keep it from spread
ing to the neighboring lumber piles and
dwellings. As it was, the depot eating
house water-tank, and about 700,000 feet
of lumber were burned.
While the citizens were all busy fight
ing fire the bull-dog came trotting back in
to the crowd. He had a welt over one eye,
a cut on his forehead, and his head was be
smeared with blood evidently not his own.
The people ran when they saw the beast,
for he is the terror of the neighborhood,
and so one of the clerks chained him in the
store. Half an hour afterward the stolen
mare came slowly walking back with bri
dle broken, and a wound on her side evi
dently made by the teeth of the dog. The
fire was raging, and no one thought of leav
ing then, but next morning search was
made, and about a quarter of a mile from
the store was found a place on the road
where there had evidently been a terrible
struggle. The tracks of horse, dog and
man were mingled. Then in the slab fence
which lines the road was found a place
where some large body had crawled through
breaking the thin edges of the plank in do
ing so. On one of these edges were
found a few hairs, as of a man’s head, gray
in color, with indications that they had
been dyed. Beyond these, nothing was
found. The incendiary and horse-thief
had escaped, but how he managed to get
away from the savage bull-dog, and who he
is, are mysteries not yet solved in Morss
ton.
.Startling Effect of Blue Ulnnn,
Is there yet one disbeliever in the po
tency of “ blue glass?” If so, let him
read and tremble at the discoveries of an
acute observer, recorded in the Burlington
Hawk-Eye :
The other day we watched a sickly
looking house fly crawling across a pane of
blue glass in a south window. It crawled
very slowly, and by the time it had gone
two inches it was as big as a blue bottle.
It developed into a bumblebee in less
time than it takes to li—to write about it;
when it got to the middle of the pane it was
as big as a robin, and when it reached the
sash it flew on the center table and laid a
big double-yolk egg. cackled wildly for a
second, and* then with a wild scream dashed
through the window, seized a Brahma roos
ter in its terrible talons, and soaring aloft,
a disappearing mote in the grand disk of
the sun. it was soon lost to view.”
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY, AUGUST W, 1577.
Klmm.
Here is a classification of kisses in
rhyme :
“ There is a formal kiss of fashion ;
And a burning kiss of passion ;
A father's kiss,
A sister’s kiss to move.
There's a traitor's kiss for gold,
Like a serpent's clammy fold.
A first kiss,
A stolen kiss.
Ami the thrilling kiss of love.
A meeting kiss,
A maiden kiss,
A kiss when fond hearts sever.
Hut the saddest kiss
On earth is this—
A kiss to part forever!”
An Idyl of Ice-Cream.
llurlington Hawk-Eye.
It was the wild midnight. The fame
I midnight was off watch and had gone to
| bed three hours before. A storm brooded
over the eastern heavens. It was a thor
ough brood storm, llopbrewed, for it is
coming from the 3 r east. Hawkeye creek
was rolling tumultuously in its sandy bed.
A lithe form cowered at the garden gate.
Many a manly form has been coward at
just such gates, ever since summer nights
and gnats and beauty and love and .J une
bugs were invented.
“lie does not come,” she murmured,
softly, as she peered into the darkness.
“ f cannot see him. 1 will call him.”
She was wrong. If she couldn’t see him
she certainly couldn’t call him with the
same hand. A manly step came scraping
down the sidewalk. It was Desmond.
She threw open the gate, and the next
instant he clasped in his great strong arms
twenty-seven yards of foulard, three yards
of ruching, seven dozen Breton buttons
and a pompadour panier as big as a dog
house. It was all his own.
“Allis lost,” he exclaimed. “Con
stance de Belvidere, the Russians have
crossed the Balkans. We must fly.”
Constance was a noble girl. She only
said : “ Whither shall we fly ?”
He wanted to fly to some lone desert
isle, but she submitted an amendment pro
viding that they should liy to the ice-cream
saloon
They flew.
In the crowded saloon, where the soft
light fell upon fair women and brave men,
and the insects of the summer night fell in
the ice-cream freezer. They spoke no
word.
When two sentient human beings are en
gulfing spoonfuls of cornstarch and eggs
and skim milk, language is a mockery.
At length Desmond broke the tender si
lence. He said :
“ More dearest?”
She smiled and bowed her lovely head,
but did not speak. She was too full for ut
terance.
Desmond gloomily ordered more. And
more when that was gone. And a supple
ment to that.
Cloom sat enthroned upon his brow.
Constance saw it. She said :
“ What is it, dearest?”
A dreadful suspicion stabbed her heart
like a knife.
“Desmond,” she said, “you are not
tired of me, darling?”
“By Heaven, no,” he said, and then he
looked (and thought) unutterable things.
Her brow lightened up with a ray of ce
lestial intelligence.
“I see,” she said, tapping the empty
plate with her spoon, “ Too cold, Signed,
C. Morbus.”
He denied it bitterly, and bade her re
main where she was while he settled with
the man.
She, guided by the unerring instinct of
her sex, peeped through the curtains of the
saloon. She saw her Desmond holding
earnest discussion with the man. She saw
the man shake his head resolutely in an
swer to Desmond’s pleading looks and ap
pealing gestures. She saw him lock the
door, take out the key, put it in his pocket
and lean up against the aoor She saw her
own Desmond draw from his own pockets
and pile up on the counter a pearl-handle
pocket-knife, six nickles, four green post
age stamps, a watch-key. two lead pencils,
a memorandum-book, a theatre ticket (of
the variety denomination), a pocket comb,
an ivory toothpick, a shirt-stud, and sleeve
button, a photograph of herself, a package
of trix, two street-car checks, a card with
a funny story on it, a silk handkerchief
and a pair of gloves. And then she knew
that Desmond was a bankrupt, and when
the man swept the assets of the concern
into a drawer and opened the door she sob
bed convulsively : “ And it was mine ex
travagance which had did this thing.”
They did not talk much on their way
home. Once she had asked him if he was
rich, and he only said :
“ Enormously.”
Such is fate.
A Kuuifti Practical Joke.
An English farmer has recently been
compelled to pay the costs of a practical
joke. He was sitting in the barroom of
the Greyhound inn one night and taking his
usual tankard of ale, when his eye chanced
to fall on the sleeping form of a man with
a long beard. He went to the fire, and.
lighting a piece of paper, deliberately ap
plied it to the sleeping man's beard. There
was a bright, rushing flame for a second or
two; the man sprang to his feet in agony;
the joke was complete, and the farmer
roared in estacy. The unfortunate suffer
er, who happened to be the village tailor,
knew that the farmer was a man of sub
stantial means and acted accordingly. He
brought an action for s'2so damages in the
Malmsbury county court in due course.
According to the plaintiff’s evidence, his
beard was eighteen inches long when he
laid down, after having some ale. The
next thing he remembered was his lace be
ing on fire, while a man helped to put out
the flame. The defendant sat in his seat
roaring with laughter, and did not offer
any assistance nor did he tender any apol
ogy for what he had done. llis lips were
burned severely, his face was blistered, his
beard, eyebrows, and eyelashes were burn
ed to the skin. and one eve and one enr
were scorched. The magistrate awarded
him $250 and costs.
The X irlt'll Hillltry Ncrvlce iiihl In
tercMttiiK .4liventurea of (icn.
C. 1.. J. Cook.
The Kansas City Timet says: (’. J. L.
Cook, who is in the city, is a remarkable
man. He has served under the (lags of the
United States, the Confederacy, Mexico,
Austria, Egypt and Cuba, and is now on
his way to Mexico to seek fortune again,
lie is a native of San Antonio, Texas.
His parents were Germans. In 1854 he
was admitted to the West Point Academy.
He was so young that his real age was
concealed. He was not more than fifteen
years of age. He graduated in 1858, was
commissioned as second lieutenant of the
Second Dragoons, and sent to the frontier,
lie later entered the service of the Confed
erate government on the stair of Stonewall
Jackson, where he was chief of engineers.
After Lee's surrender he accompanied John
C. Breckinridge to Europe, but returned
soon afterwaril, and entered the Mexican
service under Juarez.
At the close of the year 18(15 he found
himself in Mexico. Maximilian was on
his last legs, and the American free lance
felt no inclination to enter the imperial ser
vice. Making his way into Northern Mex
ico, he volunteered in Gen. Escobedo’s di
vision in the Liberal army, and was pro
moted to the position of brevet brigadier
general. With the success of the Liberal
army he went to Europe, offered his ser
vices to the Austrian government, was as
signed to service in the topographical engin
eer department, and went through the short
and disastrous campaign which lost to
Austria and gained to Prussia the control
of the German States. In 18(17 he entered
the army of the khedivo of Egypt. Soon
after entering the service he had a dispute
with Gen. Kirby Smith, which resulted in
a duel and his own resignation. From
Egypt he went East, and circumnavigated
the globe. After his tour round the world,
he went to Cuba, arriving there in duly
1808, where he opened a hotel and entered
into the cultivation of tobacco. His hotel
became the resort of revolutionists. His
sympathies being with the patriots, he was
soon an object of suspicion, and finally his
house was burned, ami he barely escaped
with his life. He made his way to the re
volutionary army, where ho din some fight
ing. He was one of the agents who went
to New York to assist in raising funds and
munitions of war. It was his fate to be
one of the passengers on the ill-fated Vir
ginius on her last trip to Cuba, and he’was
captured with the unfortunate Capt. Fry
and his crew, and taken to Santiago de
Cuba, He was led forth with the doomed
men of the Virginius to be shot, and he
would certainly have been butchered with
the rest had not Sir Lambton Lorraine, of
the British warship Niobc, saved his life,
lie claimed British protection, ami was
one of the two men on whom the British
commander threw the English ensign.
Next a schooner named C. J. L. Cook
was purchased and placed under his com
mand. She was loaded with war mate
rials, and Cook started again for Cuba.
This time he landed his cargo on the south
coast of Cuba, at the base of the Seirra
Maestro, lie remained in Cuba, and again
entered into active service. It was his
misfortune to be captured by Spaniards,
who caught him asleep and disarmed him.
!■ the struggle he wounded one of the
Spanish soldiers, and so enraged the com
manding officer that he had him stripped
and beaten with an iron ramrod until his
back was raw. They then dressed his
wounds with salt, and imprisoned him in
irons in a filthy dungeon. He was recog
nized on his arrival in Havana, tried and
sentenced to be hung June 3, 1875. On
the night before the day set for his execu
tion he succeeded by the aid of a Tennes
seean, named Adams, in obtaining a auan
tity of drugged wine, with which he drug
ged his four guards inside, and obtained
the key to his shackles. He stabbed and
killed two sentries, and made his escape
to a schooner called the Carrie Mayco, up
on which he was secreted in a hogshead.
A Fifth Tale.
Apropos of the camp-meeting at Martha’s
Vineyard the Methodist newspaper tells a
story of some of the brethren who arrived
early and sought to while away the time
by going a fishing. Several kinds of fish
were caught on the trip, and on their return
one of the fishermen with a laudable desire
for information, inquired of the skipper
the names of the different specimens.
“ This,” said he, “ is a black fish, that is a
blue fish, the next is a soup, and that fel
low is a Baptist.” “ A Baptist 1” exclaim
ed the good brother; “ why do you call
these fish Baptists ?” “ Because they spoil
so soon on being taken out of water,” was
the satisfactory explanation.
“ Did you say I was the biggest liar you
ever knew?” fiercely asked a ruffian of a
counsel, who ha/1 been skinning him in his
address to the jury. “ Yes, I did,” repli
ed the counsel, and the crowd eagerly
watched for the expected fight. “ Well,
then,” said the ruffian, “all I’ve got to
say is that you could ’a never knowed my
brother Jim.”
A man who had practiced twelve years
with a revolver, and who could drive a
nail at sixty feet with a bullet, was killed
by a club in the hands of an Arkansas
man who couldn’t shoot a barn.
WHOLE NO. 53.
••Oh Njr, Ifa Dad.”
A laughable incident occurred recently
which caused much sport, and the cir
cumstances of which aro as follows :
An old gentleman who hail two hand
some daughters was so curious of his
charge that he would not permit them to
keep the company of young men. How
ever, they adopted the following expedient
to enjoy the company of their lovers : Af
ter the old man had retired to rest, the
girls would hand a sheet out of the second
story window, and Jim and (’barley would
seine hold of it, and with the assistance of
the two girls would thus gnin entrance.
It so happened last Sunday evening that tho
: girls hung out the sheet ladder too early,
for the old man by some ill wind, was ac
cidentally out of doors, and happening to
' come around the corner of the house, and
spying the sheet dangling form tho window
could not conjecture the meaning of its be
ing there. So he caught hold and endeav
ored to bring it down. The girls above
supposing it to be the boys, began to hoist
and did not discover the mistake until the
old man's bald bead was level with tho
sill, when one of them exclaimed, “ Oh my,
it's dad !” and let go her hold, which
frightened the sister, and she let go tho
sheet and down come the old man on the
stone side walk, breaking his wrist and
tearing bis unmentionables, llis cries
brought out the household and several
neighbors, (and there he laid just as flat as
mud.) They removed him into the house.
He is now busy cogitating whether to let
the girls have their neanx in the parlor or
to sue the young men for damages. Tho
boys haven’t been round to otter any sym
pathy and probably won’t until the old
gent feels easier.
VflN<M>llin<‘iiN Hems.
Gold is an eighth of a cent lower. Now
is the time to get your teeth filled.
The empress of Austria is said to be tho
most beautiful royal lady in the world.
Jenny Lind says that her husbaud is her
best friend. Every woman's ought to be.
Ferik Azid now commands the Turkish
anny. That is he tells the boys when to
retreat.
“The Turks.” says an exchange, “ are
amply supplied with arms.” “ Yes and
with legs too.”
A woman in Baltimore has l>ecn fined
$1(M) and costs for sending scurrilous postal
cards to ladies.
In tho United States about three-fifths of
the cereal production is Indian corn, while
in Europe oats predominate.
“ Are the soaps all one scent?” inquired
a lady of a juvenile salesman. “ No ma'am,
they are ail ten cents,” replied the inno
cent youngster.
The fashionable male shirt collnr is grad
ually decreasing in height. A young man
can now pass under a telegraph wire with
out ducking his head.
Eight deaths from eating frogs’ legs were
reported in one week, in Hartford. Wo
Otun’fc nujrponr. ttmt nnyttiiug COUICt kill &
man who could eat frogs’ legs.
Mark Twain says that nothing seems to
please a fly so much as to be mistaken for
a huckleberry, and if it can be baked in a
cake and palmed off on the unwary as a
currant it dies happy.
A lot of street urchins paraded tho
streets of St. Louis with a tin pan, by way
of a drum, and a huge paper ban nor bear
ing the inscription, “ W e don’t want bread,
we want cake and pic or blood !”
The longest sentence on record was con
structed by a Western judge. He sent
tenced a murderer for life, and afterward
slapped two more years to the sentence be
cause the prisoner called him “ no gentle
man.”
“Allow me to be your beau,” said a
gentleman, placing his umbrella over a
lady in a shower. “Thank you. I’ve
plenty of fair-weather beaux, so I suppose
1 must call you my rain beau,” she archly
replied.
Mr. David White showed us a remark
able pornological freak on last Monday.
It consisted of boughs from & peach tree
having fruit upon it which ripens in differ
ent months. They came from his father’s
place in Mart County, Oa., and are a curi
osity. It is not the result of grafting or
budding, f<r the large and small peaches
grow together upon the same limb, and
one ripens in August while the other does
not ripen until September or October.
The tree is said to have consistently borne
these two kinds of fruit for a number of
years. Can some of our fruit-growing
friends explain this mystery? —Anderton
Intelligencer.
A gentleman of our town informs us
that fie has seen this freak of nature at
another place in this County.
Asa Cass avenue car was going up Lar
ned street, Detroit, a boy about twenty
months old, in care of his mother, sudden
ly began crying and howling. None of the
passengers were annoyed until the howls
nad been continued for nearly ten minutes.
The mother shook and cuffed the child
around, but such conduct only increased
the noise. She was mad enough to fight
just as one of the men remarked :
“Madam, do you know what I’d do with
the boy if he was mine?”
“No, sir, I don’t sir, and I don't care,
sir. and what would you do, sir I” she
sputtered back.
“ I'd let him yell I” he softly replied.
The Boston Globe says that the word
“mule,” signifies” to stop,” being a
Greek word. The Detroit Free Press says :
“ The Globe is wrong. The word ‘ mule ’
is derived from the Indian dialect, and
means “to kick.” The Free Press is
wrong. “Mule” is Canadian. It means
a woman on washdays —New York Herald.
All this discussion comes from not being a
Harvard graduate. O, pueri, vos estis
omnes wrong. “Mule” est deriva a
Latina lingua, of quae the comparative est
inulier. because a woman est mulier quam
a mule. How est hoc for altus? — St.
Louis Journal.
Well, that’s pretty—here, somebody
bring back our “ Bartlett’s quotations ” or
this sanctum will be “ quiet as a nursery ”
in just about fifteen minutes. —Burlington
Haick-Eye.