Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1878-04-06
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are raised in o, rgardens close to the

are raised in o rgardens close to the
city. '
There are many i'd street scenes,
common to this and any other south
ern cities, which strike the northern
mind as little droll. The quaint
street cries, which, though, are not as
numerous as those of northern cities,
still possess pecularities strictly their
own. The Sable Dinah's bearing
buckets Of oysters and baskets of
vegetables upon their heads. The
delapidated cracker carts, laden with
sugar-cane, honey, poultry, eggs and
all sorts of farm produce, and drawn
by a superannuated mule or diminu-
tive steer. The Georgia Cracker is
himself a tudy, his cadaverous coun-
tenance is as blank and expression
Jess as that of the animal he drives,
and his unbempt hair, slouched hat
and greasy jeans give him a hopeless
and woe-begone air, which is in keep.
ing with the rest of the delapidated
outfit, of which he forms the central
figure. Then there are colored
boatmen, pie women and venders Of
fish, and others too numerous to mem
ton.
Forthsyth Park and its beautiful
fountain, which plays every Sunday
afternoon. (when its pipes don't get
SO full of dydrant mud that it can't)
is place of exquisite beauty and the
pride of the city. 1t is a nice plase
to spend an idle hour. AS you half
recline in a rustic seat and listen to
the laughter of children, or indolent-
ly watch the lettering crowds Of hap
py-faced people about you, it is hard
to realize that this miniature para
disc, this city of almost endless foli-
age and flowers, was, less than two
years ago, visited. by a pestilence so
fearful and deadly that thousands Of
its inhabitants were swept into entern-
ity with scarcely q warning, and the
remainder left SC stricken and desti-
tute as to call forth the pity and gen.
erosity of fthe entire country. "Verily.
the trail Of the serpent is over it ALL"
But if the people die rapidly here at
times they, at least, have one of the
most beautiful spots in the world in
which to lay them to rest. No one
visiting Savannah should fail to pay
a visit to Banaventure Cemetery.
There is weired unearthly beauty
about it which you can never forget.
1t Will haunt your thoughts by day
and your drems by night. The SOL
emn silence Of the place ls only brok-
en- by the murmurs Of the gently
flowing river, the long avenues Of
stately gray-bearded live oaks, whose
branches meet and form living arches
SO dense and somber that the SUM
light scarcely penetrates them. The
trailing festoons of Spanish moss
swaying silently in the air like the
tattered banners ofsome feudal strong
hold give the place funeral aspect,
which is beyond the powers Of de-
scriptlon. On the way cut you will
pass through the Confederate earth
works, which with tie exception Of
the water III ont, compl etely surround
the city.
In sunken powder magazine near
lie road we saw thorn tree in full
bloom. Kline and goats were cropping
the tender green herbage upon these
miniature hills. Silent ard harmless
enough they are now.
The war is thing ef the past and
an era OF better telling is dawning
upon US. Day by day the line grows
fainter between the "blu-" and the
gray" but the magnificent monu.
ment in the Forthsyth Park, erected
to the memory of the Confederate
dead, shows that, although public
opinion may change and common in
terests make us an individual nation,
the brave men who lad down their
lives for the "lost cause" have nor
been forgotten.
WIIrrAM GrEvopD