The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1901-08-15
A TRIP TO WRIGHTSVILLE.

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Yes, know you have been to Ocean
Grove, Atlantic City, Bar Harbor, and
perhaps, have had the pleasure of say
ing, Put me off at Buffalo,; but you
haven't had half so good time as we
had at Wrightsville, the hamlet by
the sea"
A merry party of us from Marietta,
including two young ladies from Cher
okee county and one from Barlow
county, left Atlanta Tuesday evening.
August 2nd, on the 8 80 special
We didn't see much of South Carroll
ma. as the shades of night were over the
Palmetto State; but the rivers and
lakes, farms and villages of the Tar
Heel State never appeared so attractive
and interesting as they did in the sun
light of that lovely July morning.
Sunrise on the Cape Fear was scene
never to he forgotten. As our train
pulled slowly over that river, and we
looked on that mighty volume of water
moving under us on it's way to the
ocean, we from the inland could scarce
ly suppress feeling of fear. We passed
through Wilmington at 8 O'Clock, and
hall an hour later we crossed the bay
or inlet, and were at Wrightsville.
The town is on narrow island and
consists OF forty or more cottages, no.
tells and club-houses, stretched in a
single row about half the length of the
island. There is no walking on the
sand, so board platform or wooden
street runs in front of the houses.
Parallel with this is the railroad track,
which skirts the bay On the other
side of the cottages a platform leads
from each to the ocean.
And the ocean! Who can describe
it i? There is a lovableness, tran
guilty about the mountains that we
do not find about the ocean. Its sui
len roar seems to repel and to say.
THUS far and no further" As we sat
on the beach and looked across. we
thought of the dark secrets that are
hidden in its depths. So clean, so
beautifully blue on the surface. yet I'M
der all this live myriads of Shiny
monsters. What picture As far as
the eye can see rolls the deep blue with
its white capped waves "Boundless,
endless, sublime, the image of Eter-
nifty, the throne of the Invisible. and
the glorious mirror where the AL.
mighty's form glasses itself in tenn
pests
Perhaps the most beautiful view on
the island is from the Carolina Yacht
Club House. The dazzling wilderness
of the sand and the deep blue of the
ocean makes a cantrast which for bril-
!iancy is unrivaled. The Won Claim
cottage where we we're pleasantly dom
iciled, also afforded fine view of the
ocean. From the broad verandas, from
the dining-room, and even from our
rooms, we had only to lift our eyes to
see the mighty Atlantic.
or course, every one goes in the surf.
A jolly scene it was, sure enough, when
there were two or three hundred peo-
pie riding the waves that come rolling
over the mighty deep. You must
mount them or you will be rolled un
der and perhaps strangled.
One of the many things that caught
our eye was peculiar looking medal
worn by young man. His noble
bearing and fine physique indicated the
hero. Some of our party inquired the
history of the medal, and were told
that it was presented to the young man
for saving a surf bather who had ven
tured too far. Our hero saw that he
was very large man and he knew that
if he were clutched by him both would
go down, so on reaching the drowning
man his first act was to knock him
fsenseless. He then easily foated him
tashore.
A delightful feature of our trip was
an excursion on the Cape Fear. We
boarded the steamer Wilmington from
the city, and on our sixty mile trip saw
Carolina Beach. FIT. Anderson. The
Rocks, Southport, FIT. Caswell and 9TH
er historic places. We passed some of
the finest rice plantations in the South.
A few hours spent in Wilmington en-
abled us to see large part of the city.
1t is the principal seaport of North
Carolina. There are some handsome
residences and fine business houses but
it will not compare with our Georgia
cities.
If you are looking for place to spend
week or even the summer, 90 to
Wrightsville beach. The shrimps and
crabs and pig-fish appeal to your APP
petite, the surf invigorates and makes
you feel better than you have all sum-
mer, the cool sea breeze fans you al
ways, and the eye never tires of the
scenes that nature has spread for those
who love her. LOIS n. ROGERS.