Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-11-01

naturally. and was overheard before they had
gone ten miles. Before we reached the mouth
OF the river the sun had sunk from sight and
darkness blo.tCd out the shores: the club had a
little world TO themselves. in which they pro-
ceeded at once to make therl"elvcs at home A
steadily treshenIng breeze carried the schooner
swiftly along wAlle they slept and the morning
found them snugly at anchor off Mays Head.
where they WERE to make their first stop. Whe n
the major. who Is president of the club. crawled
out OF the cabin With camera under his arm
the colonel. Who Is no officer at all. but a most
astonishing fisherman and the possessor of
other accomplishments which cannot be lost
sight of. was sitting on the gun'al with his bare
feet dangling ID the water. watching the sun
rise over the sad sand hills that shut out the
view OF the ocean. The major cooked his
camera and the vice president and the master
Of the rods came scramb4iug on deck. There
lay before them the ghostliest landscape that
ever mortal eve rested on.
A long wooden pier reaches far into the
sound. At thu shore end of the pier is a large
whItewashed building surrounded by three
tiers OF porches, looking vacant through its
bare windows and many doors. 1t is standing
on piles far out in the water and clustered
around IL are a number of cottages from which
the whltswash has mostly rubbed off They
are ali Standing on stills IN the water. except a
few yerT dllapldated ones which are close 70
the waters edge. Immediately behind them.
rising i!nost from the waters edge. is AN i'm
III use OaLA VI NHIte- cutting Oh all view be-
ycnd. All this Is dImly outlined in the early
gray Of morning.
AT SUNRISE.
Th red light Of the rising sun Sits through
the Gead branches of a bias ted tree. which
seems TO be half buried in a mountain of mis-
whrh narrows and perplexes the vision. Save
theDlasted tree there is no growth in sight
thee IS the blue water the banks of white an(
th' pink tint Of the sky. In a moment the Jul
hght OF the sun turns what seemed a cloud o.
nst INTO high hills of white sand The blasted
tree Is solitary live" oak. alive no longer
Hound which the sand Is banked up to the top
most branches Stretching out TO the left anC
Upward Is a chain of white sand hills. of Il
ne right stand still higher hills OF sand rising
higher and sparkling brighter toward III.
morning sun. Between the hills runs a yalle,
almost level, but slightly rising toward thl
ocean beach a mile and half away. Not ,
leaf nor a blade of grass. not a spriy of greer
relieves the ghostly whIteuess of the land.
Icape. On the level between the sand hills are
lead and half-rotten limbs of trees, and black
med stumps stick up through the sand here
nd there. These sand hills have Travelled over
rom the ocean to the sound They are the
creeping mountains" Traversing the striu
land between the ocean and the sound. once
eayily wooded with live oaks and pines and
tangled mass OF vines they have snothered
ut all vegetation and left only a trail of white
and behind them. They are now close Oh 10
ne sound beach, crowding the habitations into
ne water. The foot of the foremost hill is In
le back yard Of the tardy fisherman whose
ouse still stands on dry land and work men
70 busy moving their houses out OF the way
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