The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-07-05
IN PINEAPPLE LAND.
A Vision of a Fin de Steele Naiad.

From the New York Tribune.
Fort Pierce, Fla, June 2O-Life on the
Lower Indian river and on Lake Worth,
in Florida, is comfortable and pleasure
able in summer time as it is luxurious
and almost ideal In the winter. Most of
the cleared and cultivated area lying be-
tween 1itusville on the north and the
southern extremity of Lake Worth is de-
voted to the raising of pipeapples, and the
owners of these plantations are either
financially independent already or rapidly
becoming so. For the most part their
residences front on the river or the lake,
and long, narrow piers run out from their
yards to deep water. In the rear OF the
residences the jacksonville ST Angus
tine and Indian River railway skirts the
borders of the plantations or cuts them in
two, thus affording very convenient trans
portatiOn for the pines" to the northern
and western markets.
The houses are all comfortably furn-
ished, and in many instances the furnish
ings and appointments are exceedingly
fin de steele and the decorations in excel
lent taste. Men. women and children are
alike fond of boating, hunting and fishing,
and rifles, fishing tackle and other sport
ing paraphernalia are always conspicuous
in the wide, airy halls or on the broad
porches, which usually skirt three sides
OF the houses. The style Of architecture
is generally picturesque and always
| suited 10 the climate and the surround
ings There are many bungalows, and
viewed from the river, on hillsides with
eastern exposures and completely sur
rounded by the red, green and yellOwish-
brown leaves of the pineapple plants, they
are decidedly unique to look upon.
Every estate is provided with some
means of water transportation, either
sail boat, row boat or naphtha launch
| in many instances with all three-and
| water and fishing parties are of almost
! daily occurrence
AT Hobe Sound yesterday saw girl of
not over sixteen years emerge from the
! front door of one of these planters homes
and skip airily down the shell walk to
tho pier. There she stopped a minute in
| order to kick off her slippers and then
| bounded out to the end of the wharf.
| Her bathingsui was a combination of
navy blue and cardinal red, and fitted
her like a glove"-in so far as conven-
ton and fashion permit fits of this kind.
| Her golden blond hair was caught up in a
| big coil under rubber net, and her face
| was comely, although Drowned by the
! southern sun. Her plump, bare arms
| displayed a muscular development de-
! cidedly unusual with her sex, and she
was not in the least confused by my
presence in launch not a hundred yards
away. She had come out for plunge, and
my grizzled old boatman and l were of no
more consequence to her than a mullet or a
pompano. Without any preliminary fuss
or hesitation she planted her feet firmly
upon the capsill of the wharf, placed her
hands, palms together high over her
head, and made a graceful curving dive
into the green water eight feet below the
pier. When she emerged after few
seconds, perhaps fifty feet away, she
shook her head and shoulders vigorously
after the manner of Newfoundland dog.
and then swan back to. the pier, elm bed
nimbly up the steps and repeated the per.
Torrance twice over. The last time she
took in long painter of little row boat
between her teeth before she dived, and
when she came to the surface swan out a
few yards, towing the boat behind her
Then she climbed into it and rowed bout
| for half an hour before returning to the
| house for a change of clothes