The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1890-03-28

have any pet name for Mobile, but 1t
might be called the City Of Magnolias.
There are niagnolias everywhere in the
South, but nowhere such forests of
them as in this fiat, slow.going and
otherwise commonplace city. With.
out them 1t might be even an ugly
city, for its business houses are old
and weather beaten, It has but few
handsome public buildings and few
specially attractive homes. But with
long avenues Of these beautiful trees,
bordering the streets for miles In
every direction, sometimes dividing
the streets into two shaded drive-ways.
the impression left cannot b other
than favorable.
The pride of Mobile Is its Magnolia
Cemetery. And surely those who lie
there should sleep well, for it lie love.
ly spot. On ground that rises consid-
erably above the level Of the city, its
avenues shaded by the graceful and
comforting magnolias, roses and ia.
ponicas blooming over green mounds,
fresh cut flowers in vases, sheltered
by canvae awnings from the sun,
stately monuments and beautiful mar
BILE tombs,-tbe assurance Of resting
there would 60 far to rob death Of its
terrors. One section Of it Is set apart
for the burial of Confederate soldiers,
and several hundred of the little
white slabs that one learns to know go
well, are ranged about central mon
ument Of considerable size, with q
private soldier at "rest on arms" az ite
cap piece. Just across the way is the
National Cemetery where the remains
of the Union soldiers who fell in the
various battles around Mobile are
gathered. Looking over the list of
those buried there found the names
of nine members of the old 10th Kan
sas, which I copied, with the thought
that some of their old comrades who
are readers Of this paper might be in.
terested in knowing where they lie.
The following are the names: A. F.
Wheton, w. A. Pudz, J. w. Thomp-
son, w. 1. Brooks, VIM. Agnes, Geo.
Dallas, J. L, Ruxton, r. C. Powell,
John Adams.
Leaving Mobile az 3o'clock in the
afternoon we are soon deep In the pin.
ey woods again, but this time the
ground is higher and somewhat more
rolling and instead of the yellow sand
under the pine trees there Is q sward
Of green grass, grateful change.
There is never any underbrush in
these pine forests and when the grass
is fresh and green the picture pre-
sented is q very pretty one. 1t is sur.
prising how straight and tall and
slender these trees grow. It is not at
all unusual to see them not more than
four inches through at the base and
at least 60 feet high. There are still
swamps now and then, but they do
not come 30 often nor stay so long,
and by the time we get into Mis-
sissippi they are mostly left behind.
The houses, which were miles apart
back In Alabama, begin to get more
neighborly here, and at not very
distant intervals, as we get nearer
the Gulf shore, there are pretty lit
tie towns, health and pleasure re-
sorts, tina look very tempting. Ocean
Springs, Biloxi. Pass Christian, are
the names Of some of them. The lat
ter is especially popular on account
of the fine bathing facilities and the
good fishing and hunting in the vi.
cinity. Excursion trains are run out
here from New Orleans during the
summer, and our conductor tells Us
he has brought out as many as 100
people some Sundays. Beauvoir, the
home of the late Jefferson Davis, is
passed late. in the afternoon. 1t il
merely a flag station, in the middle
of the pine woods. An avenue OF
live oaks leads up to the house, but
none of the buildings is visible from
the road, and an acre or two of vine.
yard lie all of the plantation that can
be seen. The plantations are getting
larger and more numerous now, and
the country begins to look As II some
body lived in it. Once in q while
there is q house that gives signs OF
having sometime been painted and
there are occasional orange groves,
yellow with the frost Of q night or
two previous which they told US back
in Mobile had been the hardest since
1919. For a long distance the road
skirts the Gulf and there are white
winged ships in the offing, pleasant
to look upon. Then there are wide
stretches of treeless, sedgy swamps,
then q bridge q mile or more long
across the outlet of Lake Ponchar-
train, then q palmetto swamp. lone
some and gloomy as any we saw In
the middle of Alabama, and then all
at once long rows of electric lights,
some of them cleaning out over the
eddying current of the mighty river
and throwing into clear relief against
the dark sky the forest of masts at
the wharyes, others illuminating the