Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1888-08-25

land the poet dreamed of, and especially on those
hazy, Indian summer days one is filled with de-
licious languor and would fain 60 dreaming dream
ing on forever.
But, as all pleasures earthly have an end, SO
must ones days at The Pass" So let us away,
cover the rigolets, to New Orleans
AS the coast train rumbles away to the long
Bay st. Louis bridge, we catch glimpse of the
sands of Henderson's Point reaching out long
white finger to mark the gulf and bay; and there
is living illustration of Mr.. Hearn's beautiful
description of the great live oaks battle with the
tide. 1t is curious how they lean and reach out
toward the Shore" like fleeing women with
grevousIy and thrusting out arms desperately
northward, as to save them from falling" And
there, too, are the fallen trees, with immense
trunks tide-washed, with huge roots encrusted
with white shells. How we'll Mr.. Hearn knows
this coast. One may read his story of Last Island
when far away from those dear waters and almost
catch breath of the delicious air.
We have crossed the bay-the bridge is three
miles long-and here is Bay st. Louis, with its
boats and bath houses, casting beautiful long re-
fections in the water. We pass long sheets of
water dotted with lilies, and now we are rushing
over billowy green stretches of marsh grass, and
though they have the appearance OF a vertabe
prairie, we know that reaching out under those
green waves of grass is the salt sea water. Here
and there are little clumps of trees-islands OF
dark foliage on the grassy sea. Pearl river is like
a silver ribbon winding its way across the green,
and here we find perfect poem Of a town, nest
ling like bird on the water, with picturesque
buildings and boats of all kinds.
We hurry along past many clear little inlets and
outlets of the sea, many beautiful pleasure yachts
and curous-looking fishing boats. Now lugger
with one great sail; she is loaded with lumber and
sails slowly, with a stately grace. Now sail
boat, with a saucy Independent air, poking her
nose high out of the water, then dipping and
bobbing and hurrying on. There is a lighthouse,
white and cleaning, and very different from the
Cat Island lighthouse and Pass Mariana, which
have networks of iron wire lifting them above the
water. Sometimes, looking out across the green
prairie, we see boat 60 sailing along, to all ap-
pearance on pillows of grass-no sign OF water is
vsible-then there is blue line; it widens, widens
into an expanse of clear water, and we are dash
ING past it and now, out in the misty, dazzling
light, the sky and water seem to meet and blend,
and the boats look as if sailing among the clouds
Just before reaching New Orleans we rush into
strip of woods Here in the more solid ground
are cumps of palmettoes doubling themselves in
the water, while great cypress trees rise high
above, draped in the long gray moss, and reach
ing up their graceful tops afar off, present a
Louisiana swamp scene which Meeker loved to
paint.
What work the Coast road is What labor and
expense it has been and must be, lying as it does
over marshes and rigolets forever Tapped at and
worn away by the treacherous sea. But we are
soon over it ALL The train goes screaming into
the "Crescent City," and joyously we turn our
thoughts and our faces northward for the blue
hills of Arkansas. N. b.
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