New-York tribune., 1900-12-09

situated fifteen miles from Georgetown. s. c.. at
various attitudes and its woods marshes and
meadows the abiding places of ducks, turkeys
snps and deer in great numbers
All around the swamp land there evidences
OF former wealth and prosperity in the form Of
oYergrown highways and ruined houses Some OF
these show even in their crumblng condition un-
mistakable signs OF original beauty. but the fact
that great trees have grown up between the old
walls and protrude through the window openings
shows that the days of glory must have been long
ago. All about the country is returning to its
original wild condition. which makes It doubly at
tractive for the sportsman. Parties often go from
New-York and Philadelphia the deer forest and
the duck marshes of the Santee Delta. and one Of
these consisting of DR.. w II. DAILY. DR.. J. W. Cox.
DR.. I. z. Emerson. Captain Garden and others.
made the trip recently and returned last week 20
New-York with interesting stories about shooting
more game than they could carry away.
IAN evening at the old Fairfield Mansion said
one OF the party. lis worth the trip. In front OF
the big wood fire usually hears the story OF
how Colonel Laurence was captured by the British
in that very dining room because Of his fondness
for turkey. II is fortunate enough TO find him
there, Captain Pinckeney will tell Of the Federals
ia the Civil War; how they up the Santee
almost to Fairfield, but kept distance because
the swamp full Of rebel yells. At dinner every
man faces his duck garnished with sweet potatoes
and rice, and does not pass the delicious Virginia
ham Later comes the generous nlghtcap. and
then pleasant dreams OF the deer hunt Our hunt
TO be remembered. Colonel Henry NJ.
Rutledge once the commander OF the South Caro-
lima Mounted Rifles, tall. stately silent, with flow
| ing hair and whlskers rode with us. Dr. DAILY, in
khaki, took his place on pine covered knoll over
! looking a cypress swamp, the runway OF the deer;
DIR. Cox, I'm red jacket. looking like British sol
| dler on guard. was CT the opposite side, and Dr.
Emerson protected ford lower down the swamp
| while Colonel Rutledge anc Captain Garden held
! road through the pines near DR. raly.
mo man knows what silence Is until he goes to
that part of the world TBe tai trees and the soft
carpet many feet thick. which II has taken nature
hundreds Of years make from the material which
| falls from the trees. produce perfect quiet.
Suddenly the hounds broke the deadly silence
/ and gave notice Of hot trail, and told where the
deer had been Jumped Across the swamp and out
4 into the open forest away from the hunters. the
| deer and the dogs and the drivers logs
| and boys and 'hurrah bushes when suddenly the
deer turned down the swamp and rushed by DR..
Cox. Both barrels cracked. but never deer fell.
yell from the road behind DR. DAILY, which brought
the pallor to his checks and the 'trembes' TO his
| legs. and H. wasn't buck ague, either. He had
heard that yeH before, and row again IL rang
through the forest, long high. piercing The doctor
! dropped his gun and dashed into the swamp and
across the marsh As he ran he gave one glance
Colonel on his b0nsd horse cOr1ine down the
road filling the woods with tEst aWft,l yell. The
| swamp was believed to be impossible hui spurred
/ by the yell. which sounded like the effort OF many
hundreds TO the unintiated sportsman. DR.. DAILY
crossed Il. and took refuge under the gun of tine
= red coated Cox I can stand yOu.' he said but
swamp, whatever il may be
Colonel Rutledge Joined the party later. He was
quiet stately and unrufted as usual and asked
coldly: What has become OF the deer?
Colonel Rutledge lives in of the fine Colonial
mansions OF the region Il is an object Of interest
verandas and its ballroom 90 by 40 feet in size re-
mind visitors of the elaborate entertainments which
/ took place in the good times 'befoh de wah.' 3"