The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-10-07


three miles long and one in width 1t was
one of the old haunts of LaFtte and his
band. OF late ii has been a station for
fishing boats 1t contained one town,
Caminidaville, of about l 800 people, the
majority of whom were fishermen, and all
of whom did a great deal of business with
New Orleans through the firms selling
fish in the French market.
THE TOWN WIPED OUT
The destructive work of the elements,
nowhere finds better eXemplifcetion than
at Caminidaville. The condition in
which what was once the prosperous lit
tie town, is now left is appaling.l On Sun
day evening there were l,200 dwellings
within its limits, but only twenty-five re-
main standing, ana of these there is not
one uninjured. The mute appeals of
these shattered heaps of debris is ire
sistible. Even the coldest heart would
grow sick to behold them.
To the sympathetic the
scene is heartrending. The Picayune
representatives landed at Z o'clock from
a lugger that came out in response to the
signal; the pier has disappeared. In its
place a heap of oyster shells, tossed by
the winds into capricious shapes, cum
bered the beach. Hence, stretching east
and west distance of several hundred
yards, desolation had set its seal
upon the land. Immediately to
the left and about fifty feet
away, an enormous water oak has
been torn from earth and turned bottom
upward on the crest of an inclined bank
A huge hollow existed where its tenous
roots had been imbedded This was full
of water, which kept the ground about it
constantly moist and which had worn a
channel to the bay and down it was run
ming slowly and persistently AS if ashamed
of being in place so dreary.
NOTHING LEFT BUT DEsoLATIoN.
Caminidaville had been a pretty place,
renowned for its luXuriant shade trees
and lovely gardens; but the arbors,
where, perhaps, friends once loved to
walk, were now the SHAMELESS wherein
the battered corps were laid to
wait for burial. The shrubbery had
disappeared. Not leaf remained
upon the branches, and the trees
for the most part were protrasted on the
earth.
A reporter, accompanied by Julien
Palsky, resident of the town, to whose
kindness he was much indebted, pro
ceeded towards the easterly extremity
of the village. 1t was the saddest
walk that he had ever taken
The path had been obliterated
and they were obliged to scramble
through the bushes, sometimes mounting
the accumulated rubbish disgorged from
a ruined home; sometimes descending in
gulleys where the black mud threatened
to engulf them. The plants, almost with
out exception, had been blown from their
beds, and those which had been spared
were dead and yellow in the misty light.
SORROW OF THE SURVIVORS,.
The people who came and went in par
ties of two or three, passed silently, or
stopped moment to shake hands and
mutter few words of coincidence. 1t
was no unusual thing to see the great
rugged fishermen, bronzed and hardened
by life of almost constant exposure, en-
brace each other in tears. All had shared
in the losses Of the storm. Not one Of
them could claim exception
from the universal destruction. There
were thousand duties to be attended
to and they had little time to spare in
conversation.
So long as the fostering dead lay un-
buried, one did not have the heart to de-
tain them from their work. Just imagine
fathers and mothers burying their sons
and daughters, and children in their ex-
treme sadness, burying. their
dead parents. 1t was touching to
see this, but then it was only the
truth, for every one could see little graves
buried. Some were drowned, others
killed in the wreckage. Still there are
hundreds of bodies that are yet unburied.
Some are under the wrecked buildings,
while the balance are floating on the
bosom of the bay of Canada.
CoRPsEs UNDER THE WRECKS.
Beneath some of the wrecks there are
many decaying bodies, but they cannot be
taken out and given only a rude Chris
tian burial the brave little band of grave
diggers are exhausted. They have al
ready buried in the rude graves on the
island $50 and are still burying what
bodies they can find Fiction would be
useless in describing that scene, for the
cruel truth itself surpasses any
possibility of imagination. With
in a few yards of the wrecked
home of Valence Storm, there was
band of grave diggers, consisting of
three men. two women and a child Of 10
years. They were burying an old man
and a young and beautiful girl of II
years All of the grave diggers had
spades, and they were digging as fast
as they could in the moist earth. Soon
the depth they sought was reached and
tenderly they took the body Of the old
man, who was named Kingston, and
placed it in the grave. The girl was
taken up and placed on top of the
dead body of her father In
the band of the grave diggers
there was a son he was 10 years old, and
his name was Alec. There were no tears
in any eyes, not even in those of the son
and brother. Every man and woman had
tale of equal saduess. Taey had wept
until they were exhausted and tears ceased
to flow, but the grief in their brave
hearts will last throughout their lives.
The grave diggers threw the removed
earth over the father and daughter and
were soon searching for others.
AN ENTIRE FAMILY KILLED.
In the house of L. L. Terribone, the
grave diggers found his body and that Of
his wife and six children. The body of
his grandfather was found lying on the
kitchen floor, and it was taken out and
buried about so yards from the
wreck. It was not mangled in the least.
The band went to the front portion of the
house and there they found Mrs Terri
bones body In her arms was babe.
The two bodies were taken out and
buried in the same grave where the father
and husband was inferred. Near where
the mother was found there were five
children of L. L. Terribone, ranging TO
IA years The oldest had met death by
big piece of lumber falling and crushing
his skull. The others were drowned.
They were taken out Of the portion Of the
house that still stood and buried in the
graves of their parents.
In the rear Of the island one could see
hundreds Of little mounds, graves Of