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I! allut VOLUME VII. BRUNSWICK; GEORGIA, SATURDAY, JUNE 24,1882. NUMBER 51. The Advertiser and Appeal Ift PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY, AT BRUNSWICK, - GEORGIA BY T. G. STACY Kubacrlptioii Hate*. One copy one year $2 00 One copy six months 1 Advertisements from responsible parties will tit* published until ordered out, when the time ii not specified, and payment exacted accordingly. Communications for individual benefit, or of a personal character, charged aa advertisements. Marriagea and obitnary notices not exceeding tour lines, solicted for publication. When ex- reding that space, charged aa advertisements. All letters and communication? should be ad- tressed to the undersigned. r T. ©. STACY, Brunswick, Georgia. CITY OFFIOKR8. gay or- M. J. Colson, AlUrmen- J. J. Spears, J. P. Harvey, F. J. Doer< stager, 8. C. Littlefield. J. If. Couper, J. Wilder, W. W. Hardy, J. R. Cook. rhrJc A Treasurer—James Houston. Chief Marshal—J. E. Lauibright. policemen—D.B. Goodbread, W. H. Rainey, C. B tloore, C. W. Byrd. Keeper of Guard House ami Clerk of Market—J). A. Moore. !\,rt Physician—J. 8. Blain. tjily Physician—J. R. Robin*. Sexton White Cemetery —C. G. Moore. Saxton Colored Cemetery—Jackie White. Harbor Matthew Shannon. Port Wardens—Thos O’Connor, A. E. Wattles, J M Dexter. STANDING COMMITT*:KM OT COUNCIL. ViSANCl—Wilder, Cook and Spears. Streets, Dbainh fe Bbidoxm—Harvey. Hardy and jttlefleld. Town commons—Harvey, Hardy and 8peara. Cemeteries—Littlefield, Doerflinuer and Hardy. Habbob—Hardy, Cook and Littlefield, Public buildings—Harvey, Conner and Wilder. Railroads—Wilder, Spears and Hardy. Education—Cook, Couper and Wilder. !iiauity—Spears, Harvey and Cook. Fire department—Doorilinger, Hardy and Spears, Police—Wilder, Cook sml Harvey. UNITED STATES OFFICEK8. Collector *jf Customs—H. P. Farrow. Deputy—H.T. Dunn. Collector Internal Revenue—D. T. Dunn. Deputy Marshal—T. W. Dexter. Postmaster—Linua North, t 'ommtsMiouer—C. H. Dexter. Shipping Commissioner—G. J. Hall. OCEAN LODGE No 214,F AM A Regular communications of this Lodge are held on first and third Mondays in each month, at 7;30 dock. P. M. Visiting and all brothroii In good standing are tea II1V1UK BUU »»* ■ ally invited to mttend. T.8PEAR8. Secretary. U. E. FLANDERS, -Kb, W.H KAPORT LODGE, No. 68, I. 0. 0, F. Meet, every 'fneeday j7 T. LAMllRlQH'r. V. G. 1*8. E. LAMBR1GHT, P. k B. Secretary. MILLINERY! Miss HETTIE WILLIAMS NOW RECEIVING A LARGE AM’ WKLL-SE- LECTEP STOCK OF Millinery & Fancy Goods, LACES OF ALL DESCRIPTIONS, Pattern Bonnets iu all the Uteat atjrlea, Joat (rum New York. A tall line of Collarettes Ladies' U nd erwear CHILDREN’*! DRE8SKK, Etc*. Dress-Making a Specialty, ill the moet faeblunabie style., orders crompt. mied. aprlihly 1 SPECIALTY! GentsTurnishing Goods JU»t opened, in store ul Messrs. Moore A a handsome line of above gooda, which I ‘ ,0 »e eelliRg at price* Never Before Known ! ♦h on nm f\nd *«h* my stock, which wan bought this marker. J. B. WRIGHT. A SOUTIIEIliS SEASIDE HEMIHT Cumberland, the “buy man’* Para* disc,” aa Seen by a Stranger. SeasidkHotel, Cumberland Id., May 20, 1882. j Cincinnati Commercial. To go to Cumberland Island one most board the M. & B. Railroad from Macon to Brunswick, and there take a boat to the Island. The jour ney is not an eventful one, though the pause for dinner at Jesnp is mildly memorable. First for the good din ner you don't get, and, second, for the glimpses you can have of the Florida tourists returning home. Yon onn al most forget to grumble at the dinner in gazing at the tourists. If this in dividual is of the gentler sex, she wears grinning alligator's teeth or sea beans, mounted as ear-rings, or hang ing pendant to bracelets. If it is a man, be wears the sea beans in bis euffs or dangling from bis watch ohain. But the most convincing thing —the sign-manual—the climax of Florida-less-ness, is the diminutive alligator in a cigar box. Pretenders who have only gone to Brunswick can buy teeth and beans, but they cannot well achieve the cigar-boxed alligator. Therefore, he who carries one of those interesting reptiles has his position clearly defined*. Now, South Georgia is a country where— "The alligator goes cher-whamp," but the inhabitants have not as yet fallen iuto the habit of peddling him. I hope, as the country progresses, this state of affairs may be remedied; that it will not always be necessary for the Georgian to go to Florida, or else do without his alligator. And I trust the day is not far distant when every household in the land (no matter how humble) can have one of these gentle, graceful things. If you could see them for Rale by the tub full, as I did, in St. Augustine, Florida, yon could then appreciate them properly. See them twisting their scaly, slimy little bodies over each other, could hear the engaging snap of their young jaws, and notice the pleasing candor of their comileiinuces, oh ! then you would re- aliz< a lint pleasure it must be to have one of your vory own. The cuudor of the alligator is wliat I most admire— you ought to see him smile. When we reached Brunswick we found the tide was out, so we waited till it came in. We started about 10 o’clock, went down St. Simons sound, aud St. Andrews, too, I believe—they are great on saints jnst here—then through Jekyl creek into St Catha rine’s sound, and at midnight touched the wharf at Cumberland. When we were once landed,'we found vehicles ready to take ns to the hotel, about two miles from the point. The ride was delicious, through groves of trees that tangled grape vines had bound together in a bower. Under tall pines whose balsamic odor blended with the breath of tbo sea, and where the fresh, sweet “woodsv” fragrance filled the air, we heard the chirrup of sleepy startled birds, and as we neared the house the mocking birds were singing iu the thickets. I was sorry when the ride was concluded, though my regret did not prevent me from sleeping soundly when once in bed. The hotel is an old-fashioned ram bling bnilding with little cottages built all about to accommodate the summer guests. In the front yard are gray old olive trees, and near the boose is a grove of bananas larger than any others in the United States, it is claimed, bat I think I have seen them quite as large in Florida. The here, correct an error that my North eru brethren fall into concerning the magnolia. Early in the spring the Japanese magnolia blooms. It is very lovely, and there are two or three va rieties—purple, white and pinkish, little later comes the magnolia bay and my dear compatriot straightway writes home he has seen the magnol ia. I know he does lor I have caught him at it. Bat he has not seen it. The magnolia grandiflora, the magnolia in short, does not bloom till late in April. And when it does, it is a dream of bliss. It is perfume, and dew, and delight—nothing can equal it. Im agine a stately tree, whose leaves are a dark, glossy green (these leaves look as though they had been freshly varnished), and among them gleams the great creamy-white enps of deli oioasness—magnolia blossoms. The first time I saw one, I nearly had a fit. I sat a whole afternoon contem plating its beauty and gently sniffing its entrancing perfume. It was an era. Bnt I must find my way back to the pavilion, near the “creek”—an arm of the sea runs up through the marsh os, back of the bouse that is called “creek.’’ These marshes are of the brightest green, and the tide water is gray or bine, or purple,’ the color depending upon the way the light strikes it.— Away to the right you can see a white line where the snrf is throwing itself on the sand, and near are thickets full of song birds, thrashes and mocking birda At night the whippowil and ohuok-will’s widow cry plaintively, do not know any place else where both these night-birds sing We have the whippowil in the Northern States, through Kentucky and part of Ten i. Then begins tbe chuck-will’s- widow. It frequents the Southern woods till Sabine river, in Texas, is reached, where again the whippowil tremblingly pipes his lay. Bat Cum berland Island is full of birdB of all sorts, kinds and degree. It is a par adise for sportsmen os well os orni thologist. There are quantites of dnek that can be bad for the shoot ing. There are deer, too, and as for fish, they are a “drug in the markot.” There is a wooden tramway to the beach, and a car drawn by a mole—a wonderful mule that would not accel erate his speed though a Fourth of July celebration was in bis rear; a mule of dignified mien and stately tread; a male who would submit to having his ribs caved in and his neck dislocated before be would hurry; in short, a male of “elegant leisnre” who is entitled to respect bnt does not re ceive his dues. The Island beach is magnificent, smooth as a floor and sixteen miles long. Tbe Atlantic comes rolling in, shaking its white mane, while the waves restlessly chase eaoh other up the sand. Such surf, such bathing! It is enough to "make an old man voung.” Then the drive down tbe beach to Dnngenne8s is delightful. This Dun- genness was once tbe mansion of Gen eral Green, of Revolutionary fame. It was built of gray concrete; that is a mixture of sand and shells, very sim ilar to tbe “coqnina," of which the old buildings in St. Angnstine are com posed. When I saw it three years ago it was a stately old rain, with crumbled walls, inhabited by snakes and owls. Last year a General Da vis bought it, intending to restore it His son was with him on the Island, —only to say, ‘Papa, dear papa, I know you didn’t mean to shoot me;' aud be died about an hour afterwards. Tbe father lived a few months, then literally died of a brokeu heart. He is buried in tbe old cemetery at Dun genness, where the gray moss on the live-oak waves in funeral wreaths and the voice of the sea fills tbe still air, “Light Horse Harry Lee,” the revo lutionary hero, and grandfather of General Robert E. Loe, is also bu ried here. General Davis sold tbe place to Mr. Carnegie, of Pittsburg, a great iron man. He has torn down tbe rains and is building a winter residence on the same site. I believe it iB intended to make it as muuh like the old place as possible. Tbe tan gled wilderness of garden aud avenue are to be trimmed up, but left intact. The growth of tbe oleander trees at Dangenness is something wonderful, and never was forest more magnifi cent than the live oaks through which the approach to the entrance is made. At the close of the Bevolntionary war, most of Cumberland Island was given by the Government to General Green. After his death, Mrs. Green married an English gentleman named Nightengale, bnt continued to reside at Dangenness. There is another old place on tbe Island called the “Stafford Place.”— The owner was an eccentric man, who died many years ago. He was never married, and owned an army of slaves. The house where he lived, all alone, save for his servants, is a plain white frame building. The servants’ boos es formed a village near. Bnt the noticeable thing abont the place is the avenue, or rather avenues of live oaks, leading|from the house in all di rections. It is a great pity that Drnidism is not the fashionable religion on the Is- l»nd, because the oaks that, there abound would make such magnificent temples. All about the Stafford Place arothe old cotton fields, where once grew tho far-famed “sea island cotton.” But it grows no more. Labor cannot be procured, and tbe fields are forsaken, tbut is, save by the “marsh tacki$s.” These tackies are hardy little horses They eat the salt grass, and cun be seen down in the marshes with the mud coming up to their bodies. Speaking of the scarcity of labor on the Island reminds me of the peculi arities of the negroes on the coast, as well as on Cumberland. They are de scendants of Africans who were brought straight there from their na tive land. They have ifiixed very lit tle with the up-country negroes, and so have preserved many of their early characteristics. They speak a kind of patois among themselves qnite un intelligible to the ear nut “to tbe man ner born.” It is said they still be lieve in “Voodooism,” and sometimes are found practicing the old heathen rites. The negro laborers in tbe rice fields in Sonth Georgia are banded togeth er in what they call “tribes.” The ohief, or head man, makes the con tracts, and then the tribe, or certain members of it, come and work. Bnt the negroes on Cumberland work but little for anybody. They enjoy "dot- ce far nientn" most of the time. The water is full of fish, all kinds of game, including deer, inhabit the woods, and, as one fluent old darkey informed me, “Dis heah very old sand beach is jes chock full ob turtle eggs beggin’ to bo dug up an’ et.” All these advantages, combined who was the father of a little boy five scarlet pomegranates were in bloom, j or six years old. One day while out ( with the air and the sea-breezes, make too, and snowy magnolia bays per- j hunting be accidentally shot the child.; Cumberland a “lazy mans paradise, fumed tho air. Now, let me, right i The little fellow never spoke bnt once i as well as a resort for debilitated peo ple. Amoug the laiti-r ,-!ass was Frederick Paulding, 'Ii actor, who has but recently gone from (.lie is land. Cumberland Island, proper, is di vided from Little Cumberland by tbe marshes and the “creek.” The latter island is not much more than a sand bank. The light-house and two houses of the keepers are situated there. But there are no more bouses nor people save the two families. We took a canoe one morning and started iu search of the light-house. Down through the creek, out among the green salt marshes, and iuto the open.” It was low tide, and the great layers of oyster shells stack out of the mud on tbe banks, in a manner delightfully suggestive, if the almanac marks a month with an “r” in it, tbongh they eat oysters in summer at Cumberland. The creek winds in and oat, doubling on itself again and again before reaching the upon sea.— Bnt after awhile we came out, with only a long, low stretch of white sand at tbe right. The water was alive with prawn, and we were leaning over tbe side, wishing for a net, when somebody ex claimed— “Ob, look at the birds!’’ From the point down to where we were the distance was three-quarters of a mile. This strip of laud was lit erally covered with birds—pelicans— those very singular looking fowls— sea-gulls by the hundreds, of all shades of white and grey, “poor goes” —qua birds—with their boautiful va- rigated plumage, stately white cranes, and shearwaters, while, “all abont the enrlews called"—curiows, glistening white, with now and then a beautiful rose-colored bird among them. Tbe majestic blue heron slow ly ciroled about, lighting on the beach, and startling the small birds that twittered and splashed at the water’s edge. These small birds were sand pips, wagtails and plovers, and once a great osprey went swooping down in the waveR ami brought up a glistening silver fish. Whnt quantities of fish there were! A school of mallet came rushing to ward ns, leaping way up out of tbe water in their haste, and the cuune of their fright was very apparent when we saw, close behind, five immense porpoises. Tbe great, ungainly black fellows went rolling and puffing after the mallet in each a burry they didn’t mind us in the least. One of them was into shallow water before be knew ii He straightened himself up and struck the water such a blow with his tail that it sounded like a pistol shot. Then on they all went after tbe mallet, that acted like a flock of frightened sheep. Wo landed on the white, glaring beach of little Cumberland, and, leav ing tbe boat, started for tbe light house. We had gone only a short distance when we met the assistant light-keeper. Tbe man is a character. He was born in Pennsylvania, and coming Sonth before the war, eutered the Confederate service. He served four years, and after many vicissitudes obtained the position of assistant keeper at Cumberland. He married a Spanish- American woman from St. Angnstiue. This wife of his shoots in a way calculated to make an average sportsman green with envy. She killed a dozen rice- birds at one shot tbe day before we were there. There are droves of bogs running almost wild on tho island, and this modern Diaua i ukes a gun, follows them up, kills one, aud brings Continued on fourth page.