The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-02-18

v. duu never 10 Try again
the rigors of northern winter. But they
admitted that they were willing TO find
prosperity sufficient to take them out Of
the country in summer. 1t wasn't quite
the place for white folks then.
Most of these men, found. had invest
ments somewhere between St. Augustine
and the south of Florida, and they were
full OF the lore which figures out big
profits in the future. They took no stock
in the model city at Lake Worth, on
which the Crackers built such magnificent
castles in the air. They did not believe
that Mr.. Blagler would invest his money
that way, but they were full of noble
computations regarding the golden profits
to be reaped when the Indian river and
Lake Worth region, should become the
winter garden of New DIRK.
1T beats the pa, amas out Of oranges,
tell your said one enthusiast. In pines
you don't have. to wait no fourteen years
as you do with the yaller boys before your
plantin' is a-payin. It's only a matter of
seventeen months between the sowin' and
the crop. Now in oranges, if you have
streak o. bad luck you are goin' to be
fourteen year behind the tail o. the pro-
cessiou. But with pines you heva chance
to ketch up" -t
We dumped our mails at ST. Augustine,
and soon were leisUrely putting our way
southwark and into the glorious country
of the Halifax and Indian estuaries, a
country which begins to make good the
pictures Of E1oridian scenery formed in
the northern mind, and every hour of the
journey brings views more tropical.
The negroes in the smoking car, going
south to shovel sand on the new road
were filling the air with happy songs and
indulging themselves in boisterous horse
play. The Florida ''nigger''-he calls
himself that's the happiest of his race.
He has none of the airs, and none of the
worries of the northern negro. Put some
"grits," or pan of, beans before him,
and be will stuff himself full to the eye
balls, and not trouble himself about
where the next meal in coming from. He
is philosopher from away back, and the
raggeder his raiment the less he has to
worry about about. So long as he is be-
low the frost line he does
not fear the cold, and so long
as waters run in the river beds and cat
fish Turk in the deeps and shadows, he
feels that there is no danger of starvation.
So he takes life with imperturbable good
nature, and laughs as easily as child.
Il wonldn' live in the nof nohaw, no
sab" l heard one say. May do TO- yal
Ter niger, but not TO- me nohow, no sab
You make dollar an spen' a dollar in
New York. Hits come an go. Down
yere yo'make a dollar, an she sticks by
20. Yo' kin get all yo' wan to eat fer Is
cents day, an de- money lass. l tell
yer, Jacksonville's good enough country
fer dis niger, any day"
There is a good deal of Jealous feeling
between the colored gentlemen of the
north and the niggers of the south, and
many a bloody fight results from a
wordy duel which begins in fun and ends
in raZors,
Ormond, Dayton, New Smyrna, Rock
ledge how familiar the names all sound
to the ear of Florida tourist These are
the pearls on the necklace which this
bride of the sun wears adown her bosom.
The land grew richer and more strenu-
ously verdurous as we proceeded south
ward. The foliage lost its memories OF
the temperate zone and became wholly
tropical. Orange orchards multiplied,
and for miles we passed an almost un
broken line of trees heavily laden with
the famed fruit of the Indian river. Trees
of the palm family became more huge,
and the wild woods grew spontaneously
magnificent plants which would be
worth a fortune in some rich mans
conservatory at the north. The great
green fans of the banana plants were not.
split and withered here as they were
above the frost line, but grew strong and
perfect and eXquisitely green, while from
the forks of the leaves hung the won
drously beautiful blossoms or the growing
bunch of fruit. The soft and sensuous
easterly breeze brought the odor of the
pineapples from the great beds ripening
on the eastern shore of the shallow sound,
miscalled a river.
Everything was done on a prodigal
scale. Whenever we crossed a river or
ran beside lagoon which gave glimpse
of the water, l saw such wealth of wild
fowl swimming on it that it seemed hardly
sport to kill them. The wild ducks were
very tame here and allowed the train to
come so near before they hustled away on
sluggish wing that one might easily have
shot them from the car windows. They
seemed more like decoys planted on the
surface of the water than the fearsome
fowl which flock to more northern waters
in the summer season.
The same was true of fish. The waters
swarmed with them. 1t needed no skill
to capture those of the finest species A
little later when we were on a steamboat,
they fastened a tray or scoop on the low
bows and gathered in fine pompano,
which leapt frightened on to the deck as
the boat ploughed it's way through big
schools. of fish. Thus was the table sup
piled with the freshest of fresh fish
caught without either net or line. The
story sounds MUnchausenish, but it is
true Anu yeb GuSy Call bIllS SpOFJS-
mans paradise!" 1t is too easy to be
that.
South of Eau Gallie, between Jupiter
and Juno, the road is unique in being the
southernmost bit OF tramway in the Uni
ted States and probably the most expen-
sive to ride on in the world, the fare hav-
ing been no less than go cents per mile.
What Mr.. F'lagler's ultimate plans are
probably nobody knows outside of that
astute gentleman himself, and his most
confidential allies. But the probabilities
are that he will leave BODYBUILDING to
others, and will content himself with put
ting up and owning the most magnificent
string of health and pleasure hotels in
the world, as well as the glistening line of
steel which connects them. St. Angus
tine, the ancient and the elegant; De-
Land, the healthful; Lake Worth, the
crystal Jewel of the tropics-these are the
monuments which this millionaire is up
rearing in this one-time kingdom of the
Seminoles, this far-distant yet ever-ap-
preaching land of enchantment, where all
nature basks in sunshine from December
TO Decent Der. HAROLD w. RAYMOND.
The Dav of Virginia Citv.