Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1891-08-20
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rocker, while delightfully."- COO
breeze breaks the water into littl,
chop-waves, and sends oil sail Graf
scudding swiftly along. II is Sun
day afternoon, and a. we pass the AR
senal Grounds the long stretch o.
lawn and shaded walks are throngei
with old and young seeking tn,
fresh river breexes. Envious eve,
watch us steam BY, for many Of
those ashore have been carried by tn.
Sue on her weekly trip to Balti.
more. and these could not recall
their journey with anything but
pleasure.
There 10 comfort aboard the Sue
from the time she leaves her moor
ings, for there 10 neither over
providing or iostling. Aboard our
steamer we are free from those little
annoyances that too frequently make
summer travel as irksome as hod-car-
rying or tight shoes. There is no fus-
~ little woman who is afraid of be.
ing carried beyond her station; no
sellers of popcorn or vendors Of
the latest and greatest novel ever
written. The leather-hued Italians
with the blood-curdling violin and
dyspeptic harp are "not in it" and
We are happy in the absence of the
white-fanneled dude who sucks the
head Of his cane and makes love to
the simpering miss of fourteen with
the pink dress and forty-nine silver
bangles. We are spared, too, the
presence of the young fellow who
thinks he sings baritone, and his
favorite ballads, "The Muleteer,"
"The Three Grenadiers," and "The
Old Sexton"
Altogether it is good to be on
board our steamer. Especially do
we realize this fact when that
relic Of by-gone ages, the gong,
has sounded and we go down to
supper. For three short hours we
have been taking q tonic. This
tonic 10 atisvrtisvd vu ssv bss a. -sss
in colossal letters, nor its merits
preached in the yellow-covered al
manac, but it has quiet way of
getting there" and doing more
good per square inch than all the
advertised patent nostrums in Chris
tendon. Our tonic is the unadul-
ated atmosphere only found upon
the water or in the mountains.
Where this morning we worried
down a cup Of coffee, slice of
toast, and an egg, We now call for
our fourth mutton chop, a third
dish Of peas, while sight of the
pile of chicken bones left upon our
plates would lay the average board
ing house keeper out with heart
failure.
We 60 upon deck after supper
and enjoy three hours of as delight
full q sail as was ever taken, and
then retire to our stateroom.
Monday morning. A semi-cir-
cular cloud of black smoke floats
lazily back over our steamers wake
as We round into Brittan's Bay from
the Potomac and head for pictur-
esque Leonardtown. It is but 5
o'clock, yet we are out upon deck
after a most rejuvenating slumber.
The waters of the little bay are 90
silvery white as q mirror i'm the ear
ly morning light, and reflected in
their depths are tall pines, bios
soming chestnut, and luxuriant
vines, ~ well defined az the foliage
itself upon the banks above. New
er was the face Of nature more fresh
and radiant than now. From the
depths Of the woods come the songs
of myriads Of birds-the liquid notes
Of the hooking bird on the hillside
and the clear call from our old
friend Bob White from the fields
and meadows.
We have sailed this bay before,
yet it's charm are ever new. Under
every new condition Of atmosphere,
every change Of light, every turn
of the boat the verdure-covered
shores of Brittan's Bay exhibit
some new attraction, and it il
doubtful il anywhere upon this
sphere of ours can be found scene
nv more charmingly restful and
satisfying to the eye.
An hours stay 10 to be made at
Leonardtown, and this hour we are
enabled to improve through the
courtesy of Mr.. Herbert Moore, Of
Moore's Hotel, whose team of grays
are soon whirling Ms over the mag
nificent country roads that make