Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-09-01

enough to wear; ,tsey are contented and
How are the cot9rtships conductedg" 1
WAL" he said, 'dn that long musical
North Carolina frawl when a young man
wants to marryihe asks the gal and If she
takes him, which she Is pretty certain to
do, they go to the preacher"
But don't they have to ask the father.
and don't he require the sutton to prove
that las. he e, can support his daughter"
laughed. and then said:
Not much. II the gal is willin' to risk
1t. the father Is. What's gals raised for but
to get married. Why" continued he. re-
s2.e7. 1 gave the preacher 81 for doing the
Job. and my capital was just cents and
the clothes 1 stood in
rs 81 the regular marriage fee?"
That's the top figure. II a man bankers
much after gal he's mad. 1 knew one
man that actually gave s., but he'd been
counting for five years, and he allowed
afterwards that he had paid entirely too
much"
DO you have any gayeties -dancing?"
Dancin? Good Lord. no; if a gal was
seen darcin' down here the people would
think she was bound straight TO HI
Don't they celebrate the happy occasion
in any way?'
NO; marriage is very serious thing.-a
subject for praar."
do the bridal couples go on a tour?''
Some SO to Norfolk on bridal tower;
most don't. They just go home and act
like old married folks; they don't make no
fuss. You know, an the gals marries when
they are sixteen. They are pious, and read
their Bibles every day, and every house has
regular family praars.
THE families generally mostly from
ten to tifteen-abont twelve the average. IL
a couple has no children we think the Lord
has afflicted them. Now, there's my grand
ia Their, hale, hearty old fellow, though hes
nearly eighty. He has seventy living grand
children: and don't know low many great
grandchildren. Sometimes he meets a boy
or girl ana asks what its name is. They all
know him, though. and answer: Why,
grand pap, don't you know me?' "
The captain himself has nine children; his
family live five miles away, and he says it
is the trial of his life not to be with them.
Further south.
l left the station in cart at dark, and
reached Gull Island about midnight. Here
Capt. Pugh took me in charge. and insisted
on preparing supper, as late as 1t was.
Sleeping here until 3 a. M | pursued my
journey. and reached Big Kinnakeet sta
ton in an hour. Here / exchanged teams
and got big horse. SLOW but sure, and con-
tinued my journey along the beach. Just
before day l witnessed a phenomenon that
alone repaid me for the journey. An ocean
mirage, a thick cloud. had settled upon the
SEA, apparently couple of hundred yards
from shore. In the misty light 1t had the
light vapor that topped the clouds took the
appearance of trees. These were the pines.
the water oak, the tall withere1 chestnut.
whose skeleton boughs interlaced each other
vivid and distinct. | stopped the cart and
gaZed upon the scene, stupefed with the
Illusion. Slowly the clouds parted and let
in river that seemed to flow through
cleft in the mountain. Touched by the
glmmer of dawn, the waters assumed an
opaline tint, the iridescent hues of which
changed every second. AS the sun rose
slowly. the clouds lifted. the scene dissolved.
and the ocean in It's calm majestic beauty
was merged in the sky.
Eight miles from Hatteras | made my
last halt and got breakfast at the life-sTv-
ing station. IRs&gdeo taking the ocean
shore | tried a sxort, cut through the hats.
and such journey II never want &c take
again. The route iaS through sandy hol-
lows ana swambs. where the mosquitoes
breed. and they,i covered horse. cart and
person in a thic& cf3ud. Though | had
mesquite net over MY hat and KID gloves
en-. the pestiferohs insects got through my
dnfen,es. they literally pierced the gloves.
The road was so Tough that the horse went
in walk, and ireBdere1 frantic by the
swarm of insects. Would stop every few
PAGES and try to9Sramp off his tormen tors.
The sun shone i,EftH a torrid glare. and
there was not Sestise of shade anywhere.
Urging the hurse hiong. and Keeping my
eyes fixed up5u the Penthouse of old Hat
teras. | sat like an Indian at the stake.
End foi. two hours -suffe re-, r,aTyriom But
at last 7 drew npL AZ the station utterly.
used up. The keei,sr. Mr.. PATRICK Eth
eri;lge; is a handsome midde-aged man.
who, am told. Is a lineal descendant of
Capt. Teach. or Blackboard, the pirate.
He certainly has inherited the recklessness
and bravery of his ancestor. for he showed
me n superb gold medal with the inscrip-
tion Presented by Congress of the United
States to Capt. Patrick Etheridge for his
heroic efforts to save unfortunate men
from the perils of the sea-
| have never met the superinte ndent OF
the life-saviug service, but no man could
see what have seen. or hear what have
heard without giving an honest tribute
service. ALIEN. HUNTER.