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LEGEND OF THE OCKLAWAHA.
Through the sunny land of Florida runs the Ocklawaha river.
This name, which means “Crooked stream,” was given it by the
Indians, because it winds and turns and curves like a gigantic serpent.
A romantic aspect is given by tall, overshadowing trees hung
thickly with gray southern moss.
“Moss-veiled trees, like nuns enslirowded,
All in gray in silence stand."
Here and there are seen the palmettoes, growing down to the
water’s edge, sometimes singly, sometimes in groups and sometimes
in groves, to the exclusion of everything else!
No river in Florida is more widely known than the Ocklawaha,
and tourists throng the boats that wend their slow and winding way
up this tortuous stream. Many “affairs de coeur” are said to have
resulted from these trips, and certainly no surroundings could be
found more suitable for the tiny god.
Starting from Palatka, one has a voyage of 25 miles 011 the
sunny St. John before the boat, making an abrupt turn, enters the
Ocklawaha, a river which is narrower and more tortuous, along
which the vegetation is thicker and more tropical, and the scenery
much wilder.
The sun, sinking low in the west, casts a glamor over the clear
sparkling stream and the dense forests extending to the right and
left, broken only here and there by the logging hut and camps of
fishermen.
When the sun has sunk to rest his glory is scarcely missed, for
suddenly a great blaze of light throws all the surrounding country
into bold relief. This comes from a huge fire of pine logs built in
an iron receptacle an the top of the boat. This fire is kept burning
all night, and, while it adds much to the beauty and wildness of the
trip, also allows the pilot to guide his boat in safety through many
rafts of logs that are moored to the banks. Negro boathands furnish
music for the amusement of tourists. They gather on the bow of
the boat, and suddenly the silence is broken by the melody of their
deep, resonant voices singing darkey love songs. Every one rises
early on the first morning out in order to miss none of the beautiful
scenery, which constantly grows more wild and tropical. The river
lies like a silver ribbon, and down in its depths may be seen number
less fish swimming calmly about, but little disturbed by the passage
of the steamer. As the sun rose higher and his rays became warm
er the much-looked-for alligator might be seen stretched lazily on a
favorite log or sunny bank, basking in the genial warmth. Many
water fowls have built nests in the lillies and river hyasintlis that
grow so thickly near the banks of the stream. These birds seemed
quite fearless and sat quietly on their nests, undisturbed by our pass
ing. All to soon, Silver Springs is reached. There rises the bub
bling spring that feeds the Ocklawaha. The boat passes directly
over it and many feet below r in the beautifully clear water may be
seen the crevice in the rocks which have given rise to the legend
that I write of.
Near these celebrated springs lives an old negress, known to
the entire surrounding community as “Aunt Sally” and whose claim
to being one hundred and ten years old is borne out by her appear
ance. Aunt Sally is wrinkled and decrepit, and the wool peeping
from her bandannaed head is white as snow, while the blackness
and weirdness of her face is intensified by a heavy crop of snow
white beard. As long as the oldest in the surrounding vicinity can
remember, Aunt Sally has looked just as she does now —identified
always with Silver Springs, and hobbling about them from morning
until night, and leaning upon her short, thick staff. That she was
participant in a tragedy, is known to only a few of Ocala’s oldest
citizens, and seldom referred to by any of them.
In the near vicinity of Ocala, when first it was settled, stood a
splendid old mansion, owned by Captain Harding Douglass, a South
Carolinian of considerable wealth. Captain Douglass’ only child
was a son, who, with his mother’s beauty of countenance, had in
herited her tender, shrinking nature, and, like her, was a slave to
the old man’s iron will. In the beautiful city of Ocala lived Bernice
Mayo, whose blonde beauty won, at first sight, the heart of Claire
Douglass. Although of Virginia ancestry, Bernice was a true child
of the “Land of Flowers,” passionate, and impulsive. Her eyes
were clear and blue as the waters of Lake Munroe, beside which she
had spent her childhood in the fair little city of Sanford. Pier hair
was as golden as Florida’s own sunshine. For six months Bernice !
Mayo and Claire Douglass were constant companions, and Silver
Springs was their favorite resort. For half a day at a time they
would drift about on the bosom of this splendid, placid curiosity of
nature. Bernice never seemed to tire of gazing through the waters
into the subterranean world revealed there.
“If I were a mermaid, Claire,” she would say, “living in that
crystal cavern, and some fair day I should wander forth among the
palmettoes and mosses of the springs and while sitting on yonder
ledge of rock, combing my golden hair with a shell, you should see
i see me in the water beneath, would you love me well enough to
plunge to the depths to woo me?”
Then would Cleire stop her merry chatter with his kisses and
pledge to her his eternal love, as they drifted over the transparent
mirror of water, pausing now and then to study the rocks and shells,
the mosses, the palmettoes and fish, which were as visible eighty feet
beneath the surface of the water as were the trees and wood-land
about them. There is nothing fairer than Ocala’s “Lovers’ Lane,”
and yet no spot held for these young people the attractied of Silver
Springs, their constant trysting spot.
There came a fatal day, destined to separate them —a day when
Claire Douglass declared to his father his love for beautiful, penniless
Bernice Mayo and his determination to make her his wife. Strongly
his father vowed this marriage should never be and secretly planned
a separation. When Claire Douglass had been speedily dispatched
abroad on important business for his father, then it was that Bernice
learned the truth and her proud, delicate nature lay crushed and
bleeding beneath the cruel blow of separation. Vainly she strove
to rally, but all life seemed empty without Claire. A year dragged
wearily by and the scenes frequented by merry Bernice Mayo knew
her no more. Taler and thinner she daily grew. Fragile she was
as the white blossoms that grew about her well-loved springs. The
little charm of gold Claire had locked upon her arm would have
slipped across the wasted, transparent hand but for the ribbon that
held its links. One day the girl by dint of desparate energy crept to
the station and boarded the train for Silver Springs. Aunt Sally
was unprepared for the white, emaciated little creature that tottered
into her cabin door and fell faintiug into her anus. Consciousness
soon returned, but it was apparent even to the old black woman that
the seal of death was upon the young face.
“Aunt Sally,” gasped the girl, “I have come to you to die, and
you must obey my last request; the grave divulges no secrets. Be
fore the sun sets I shall Ire in heaven. The separation from the man
I love has been my death—but in that death we shall be reunited.
I have asked tied and he has heard me. But you, Aunt Sally—you
must obey my request. You loved me—you will do as I ask you.
Tonight, when the moon comes out, row my body to Boiling Spring,
and bury me there. You know the spot Make no mistake. Do
this and God shall attend to the rest.”
“Good Gord A’mighty, chile, you think Aunt Sally am gvvine
to tote dat body off in de lonesomely night?” asked the old woman,
her very teeth chattering with the superstitious fear peculiar to her
race. The girl realized the risk of her plans being thwarted, so raising
herself to a sitting posture, she seized the old woman’s hands, and
THE BARNEBVILLE NEWS-GAZETTE, THURSDAY, MAY 29, 1902.
fixed her dying eyes full upon her face. \
“Aunt Sailv,” she gasped, “I am a dying woman —I am very
near to God—l have talked with him and he has answered me. My
will has been crushed iii life—l swear it shall not be in death. Tie
fore twenty-four hours Claire Douglass shall join me in the crystal
cavern of Silver Springs. If you do not grant my request every
spirit of evil shall surround you. Palsied and blind you shall grow,
and deaf—deaf to every sound but the ghosts of the dead, which
shall pursue you day and night Do you swear to obey my dying
request —or will you refuse me and reap the prophecy which shall
rest upon vottt cowardly head for refusing to obey God’s will?
The old woman was shaking like an aspen. Her eyes pro
truded with fear, and great beads of perspiration rolled down her
cheeks. The strength of the dying girl’s will had prevailed, and
the old woman answered: “I promises, honey, I promises.’
It was a solemn and awful sight that night, witnessed alone by
God and nature, that boat drifting down Silver Springs in the moon
light, bearing the tw-o strange occupants, the one, weired and gro
! tesque; the other silent, so white, so pathetic in its dead loveliness.
Not a leaf was stirring, not a sound heard, but the plash, plash
:of the old woman’s oars, as her boat with its strange, beautiful bur
den, drifted along the water —drifted until it reached Boiling Spring,
then veered about and stood still. Gently and easily, as if it had
been a baby, the old woman lifted the little body.
Something of her fear had departed before the placid smile of
the sweet, dead face. Tears rolled down her dusky cheeks, as she
bent forward to carry out the girl’s curious request. For a moment
the body rocked to and fro on the water on which its happiest mo
ments had been spent. The dead face still smiled, and the wealth of
hair gleamed in the moonlight. Every pebble was visible in the
depth below. Suddenly the body began sinking. The boiling of
the spring had ceased, showing the peculiar little fissure in the rock
whence all the strange body of water comes. The fissure slowly
divided, received the dead body and closed again, shutting every
vestige of it from view.
“Gord a’xnighty! Dat chile’s a angel sho nuflf! She urns’ done
talked to de Lawd sho, to know how all dat gwine to be,” muttered
the old woman as she rowed back to her cabin in the moonlight.
The day following the death of Bernice Mayo was one never to
be forgotten by the citizens of Ocala.
Claire Douglass had just returned after a year’s absence. He
found his beautiful cousin (whom his father desired to become his
wife) a guest at the home of his parents.
“Claire,” said the father, as they lingered over the breakfast ta
ble, “I have anew launch at Silver Springs, and I wish you to take
your cousin for a sail this morning. And, by the permission of you
young people, I shall make one of the party.”
“Delightful, uncle!” cried the girl.
Claire, while turning a trifle pale at the thought of returning to
the spot where all that had given color to his life had transpired,
could only acquiesce. Claire Douglass looked unusually handsome
as the party drifted down Silver Springs in the April sunshine, but
there was a curious palor upon his face, and the uncle and niece
were left to carry on the conversation.
What a contrast the blooming girl in the April sunshine bore
to the one in the solemn moonlight who had drifted over the same
water the evening before.
As the launch neared Boiling Spring, the party noted a little
boat hovering over it. The boat was rowed by Aunt Sally and its
other occupant was an old woman whose eyes were swollen with
weeping.
The launch paused beside the little row boat, and the occupants
of each gazed into the curious, transparent depths below. Suddenly
Claire’s cousin cried out: “Oh, see! That looks like a hand, a little
human hand.”
Plainer and more visible it grew, the little white hand with its
gold chain locked about the slender wrist. Claire Douglass would
; have known that hand among ten thousand. His face was white
;as death and he gasped as though choking. All were intent upon
: the scene below. Suddenly the boiling of the water ceased, and out
upon the rock in the transparent depths, like a broken, beautiful
lily, lay Bernice Mayo, her golden hair floating on the sand, her
dead face smiling placidly as if at last a halo of peace had descended
upon the tired spirit, and the broken heart had found rest.
With a wild cry that pierced even the heart of the mother, who
for the last time in life gazed on the dead face of her child, Claire
Douglass dashed overboard, diving deeper—ever deeper—until he
caught in his arms the figure of his dead love. Then once more the
rock divided and closed, shutting from view forever the lovers who
lay locked in each other’s embrace. And again the water whirled
in its mad fury as if to defy the puny will of him who would have
separated what God had joined together.
As the secret bridal chamber of Silver Springs has been made
known to the world, it will be interesting to its visitors as they ap
proach that part of it known as “Boiling Spring,” to note the
constant shower of tiny heart-like sheets poured forth form the
fissure in the rock. Aunt Sally says they are the jewels the angels
gave Bernice Mayo upon her wedding morning when her lover joined
her in their fairy palace in Silver Springs.
There is, too, a curious flower growing in the spring with a leaf
like a lily and the blossom shaped like an orange blossom, Its pe
culiar, waxy whiteness and yellow petals like Bernice Mayo’s face
and hair, Aunt Sally says, and she calls them “Bernice’s bridal
wreath.” There is a legend among the young people of Ocala that
a woman presented with one of these blossoms will be a bride ere the
close of the year.—Virgin Phillips, in Atlanta Journal.
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