The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1895-05-03

Will to Dunmore town, little hamlet
Oh Harbor island, and were met by all
the inhabitants, who asked me to lee
ture.
AS we approached the island we could
see the tall cocoanut trees waving in
the soft February breeze, temperature
like June at the north. Mr.. Jacques got
a piazza full of cocoanuts when We
landed, and all for % cents. We had
big native cut the ends off these green
nuts, and we drank the juice. There is
as much difference between cocoanut
just off the tree and one that has been
plucked several months as there is be-
tween the new laid country egg and the
dramatic or stage egg.
do not like the grocery store cocoa
nut nor the desiccated truck which is
sometimes sprinkled over frosted cake,
but a juicy green nut just off the tree is
soothing and refreshing to the weary
stomach of one who has been wrecked.
All night the soft wind sighed among
the tall palms and rustled the long
leaves of the banana, while ever and
anon one could hear the gentle bleat of
the kid
We were scattered about among the
cottages of Dunmore, and slept with
Mr.. Coffin of Boston. We were both
grateful to find ourselves alive, even
though the people where we stopped took
our bedding and put it on the other folks
in the still watches of the night.
Those who were capsized i'll crossing
the reef were fitted out as we'll as possi-
BILE with dry clothing and gladly took
what came along. A prominent Phila-
delphian appeared in sponge fishers
overalls, and New York lady cheerful
ly rolled up the bottoms of a pair of fan
mel trousers and paced the deck with
glad smile.
The officers said we were the best be-
haved party they ever saw at wreck.
This is high compliment considering
that we had never attended anything of
the kind before.
The disaster occurred on Monday
morning at 4:30, and at sundown we
were all landed ON Harbor island. On
Tuesday morning we went aboard the
schooner and started for Nassau, so
miles distant, but the wind died down
by 10 O'Clock, and we were becalmed. I
told Captain Sweeting repeatedly to
lutf, but he seemed to think he knew
his own business better than did, and
SO persistently refused to luff.
However, the Santiago, bound for
New York, and sister ship of the Cien-
fuegos, hove in sight just off the wreck
and took us in tow, so that before sun
set on Tuesday the Hog island light, off
Nassau, could be, seen, and the white
breakers shooting up 80 or 40 feet into
the air, with background of palms and
the white walls of the fort.
The people of Nassau are divided in
to two classes-viz, those who do abso-
lutely nothing and those who solicit
pence.
Living in Nassau does not cost any
thing to speak of unless you stop at the
Royal Victoria hotel, and even there
you may live we'll at $2 so to 81 per
day, including 'sour sop" Sour sop
is cool beverage made from the juice
of the sour sop and favored with abb
sinthe.
The colored brother here is shade
more worthless than anywhere else on
earth He is also impudent and mean.
The police are black, and DR.. Parkhurst
is needed every hour. The uniform of
the police is rather picturesque-madeo of
dark blue, trimmed with red, and sur
mounted by scarlet turban the shape
of jelly roll.
Two of our party lost their overcoats,
and several valises disappeared. Those
| who hustled for their property PERSONAL
ly recovered it, but those who relied on
the police did not.
Nassau now has cable line via
Jupiter, so that one is not wholly out Of
the world while here. The local Office is
under the management of Mr.. Burns, an
accommodating gentleman of the Cau-
Oasian race.
This is a great sponge depot, and those