| Show BY THE SEASIDE the thoughts of one of our bountiful miff fonaries while by the sea side shores of tile atlantic ocean in ill south carolina ten tell miles from the line dividing 0 the carolinas what a 4 change of scene after having ina 0 traveled in the woods the whole time since my arrival in south carolina where otie one feels like lie he could never rest until lie he had gotten gotte a out of the the woods I 1 then suddenly to emerge from them and find ourselves in the presence of such a monarch for a moment we feet feel bewildered then we raise our hats fiats with a fealing ealing f of awe and stand and gaze in in admiration beelin feeling our insignificance and realizing how utterly poly powerless erless and weak we are we walk down to the waters edge a strong wind is blowing and the tide is ri rising siny 13 gazing 0 seaward we see the swell begin to grow and as it nears the shore the front seems to stop while that which has been behind rushes on and soon a wall is raised that hangs over for an instant ta and then it breaks wit a splash and roar and dashes upon the shore driving as each swell succeeds t the ot other her we measure off ten feet from the waters edge ede 0 and stand there twelve minutes when the water drives us back we gaze up and down the coast nothing but bat the blue water and white spray greet the eye while the dull moaning sullen sound makes one feel lonesome directly in front of us now in sight and in a moment hidden by a tremendous swell lies a wreck said to have sprung a leak and to have been forsaken sak enit it sank near the shore slid and there it remains as 1 if f to remind us of our insignificance turning our back to the ocean we look inland but riot not far three hundred yards from the waters edge what appears like a wall of trees meets the eye standing there as if saying thus far shall thou come and farther lick the pace intervening 0 between tile the water and the wood has the appearance of dirty snow drifts the wind in places having baving drifted it in windrows wind rows 0 no sign of civilization no human habitation in view we are led to think of hira him who is greater than man and feel to lo bow in humiliation strewn up and down the beach are hundreds of pieces of wrecks causing asto us to wonder if they could speak what kind of a tale of suffering and woe would they tell perhaps some fellow be ing had clung to some of these timbers with sunken eye and haggard aud and emaciated features with feelings of despair gazing hopelessly around for aid until exhausted nature gave 0 rave way and they sank beneath tile waves while at home loved love ones are anxiously waiting for one who never returns such are my iny thoughts 0 9 as I 1 along the beach when looking n at the timbers strewn about I 1 sit down and pen my thoughts 0 I 1 look at my watch it is arb three ree hours since I 1 came here I 1 will gather some shells and send them home as a reminder of my first view of the ocean three negroes have just passed on their way to georgetown fifty or sixty miles iowa down the coast ask them how far it is to south port dont kuoy know hIlow sa sah How far is it to georgetown C I 1 tight right a smart way sail sah good goo d bye old ocean for now we go back among in timbers aud and fleas bedbugs C and ticks no sitting silting down among timber in this country one trial has convinced coi coa vinced us that ten tell tes on oil a luo log will give you a ten loues jo job wi we are arc jed led to LO exclaim blesse inhabitants of xion cioll ATLANTIC Ar LAKTic may AIRY 31 |
