The new South. [volume] (Port Royal, S.C.) 1862-1867, 1862-09-20
The Post Bakery.

low shed, glaring with whitewash, and grotesque
in aspect ITS steep, dismopora a6nate roof making
it by all odds the unshaphest of the many un-
shapely buildings which compose the mushroom
town of Hilton Head, and suggesting at glance
the common earicature Of avery sphll man hidden
by very large hat But nuts oi the sweetestker-
mel have not always the srpoothG bells ,Aand we
have theiauthority of Holy WI Sa3$ that
hejoyous bees chose the gloomy ss lion
as depository for their honey u % hQdy1
need be surprised at our statement
squat, rude shed architecture-ig1 gap sh1
though it be--there enanates an h0n does
much to soften the asperites of lot.l The wilder
ness, and link us To Civilization. 90
This queer, misshapcn he'd is the Basls.
Without it and the conveniences. which iteol aips
Ooh horrible thoughts q we should . ta
"hard tack'' instead of luuriating Ne
lent kind of bread which we now Obtain. Te
have often>at midnight passed by the Bakery,
catching glfhpses beyond its doors Of a score of
busy men,-in tucked-up sleeves and paper caps,
of visage chalky and wearing garments yellowish-
white, like those of an artist in plaster, fitting
about as ghosts might auasg tteograyes, and We
dared not enter. That baker could be found, in
working hours, sociab.e enough and willing to in
selves into the mysteries Of his craft, we believed
to be Just as much an mpossibility as it would be
to find sociable boiler-maker or sociabe light
house-keeper. We classed the three avocations
in the catalogue of morose pursuits, and looked
upon the creatures who followed them much as we
do upon an undertaken useful, but to be pitied.
As far as the bakers are concerned we must cor
rect our opinion. They are g jolly, yeast-drink-
ink set of fellows, with hearts as light as their
sssponge,' and as warm as their ovens. All this
and more we learned last Monday morning, while
taking our constitutional daily tramp for the bene-
t of our health and for the profit Of our readers.
We siuntered towards the Bakery. Its doors, as
usual, were open wide, and seemed to say "come
in and welcome 20 The half-closed window-Shut-
ters gave us an hospitable wink, and hesitatingly
we passed the whitened portals. A large brown
pile of smoking bread, packed endwise in a corner
waited mater-famas influence through the
place and we Immediately felt at home. A min
ute afterwards We were drinking yeast and rising
n the head d-bakers confidence. He showed us
over the establishment, explained all things to us
with exemplary patience, bade us drink more
yeast, dipped out Of barrel with bright lineup,
and when our visit ended We were wiser by a
whole "batch'' than before.
To Capt. M. R. Morgan, Chief Commissary of
the Department, we are all indebted for tho adj
vantages which the Bakery confers-at least for
possessing them as early as we did after the occu
patton of the Post. His foresight and care
prompted him to purchase the bricks required for
the construction of ovens which should bake good
bread for at least 10000 men, and this material
was brought down with the original expedition
Owing to the difficulty Of discharging the cargoes
of the transports before the long pier was compile
ted there was delay in pettinp the bricks ashore