The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1908-09-03
Letter from Baltimore.

Dear Herald: Presuming that
your readers might be interested in
a few details of our eventful trip
from Savannah to Baltimore, I will
transcribe them while resting my
weary feet from the tramp, tramp
of bargain hunting and sightseeing
Our trio boarded the steamer
"Cretan," of the Merchants and Min
er's Line, on the afternoon of Wed
nesday, the 26th instant.
We had comfortable staterooms,
excellent fare, polite attention, and
pleasant crowd of seventy first
class passengers.
Nobody waited to be introduced,
everybody chatted informally like
one big family, and all went .'as
merry as a marriage bell" until we
struck in the Atlantic Ocean, few
hours out from Savannah, the heavy
gales which had been prevailing
along the New England and Virginia
coasts
We kept about thirty to thirty
five miles from the shore, 80 nothing
could be seen but the mad dash of
the waves as our vessel rolled and
plunged and pitched, in manner
terrifying to land lubbers. To add
to our discomfort, the sun was OBJ
scured, and a cold, biting wind pen
etrated the very marrow of our
bones.
Barely twenty of our seventy show
ed up for meals, and on all sides
could be heard the moaning and
groaning and frantic bell calls of
the sea-sick passengers.
Friday night, after what seemed an
eternity Of sleeplessness and anx-
iety,, we rounded Cape Henry on
the Virginia coast, and steamed in
to the smooth waters Of beautiful
Chesapeake Bay. Not until then
could my husband or myself (Who
were fortunate enough to escape
sea sickness) induce our daughter
to hold up her head or take nourish-
ment of any kind; the only response
we could elicit during the trip, to
our inquiries as to what she wanted,
being the wall: Nothing On earth
but a spot of dry land I could plant
my feet upon!"
Numerous were the jokes told by
the afflicted when they began to
emerge from their rooms as we
steamed into Baltimore, which would
be amusing to chronicle had time
and space. -,
We landed in this "city beautiful
at half past eight Saturday morning,
the day was bright and sunshiny,
and to our delight found quite a
number of letters from home await
ing us. We could not find a South
Carolina paper on sale here, but a
lady from Florence, whom we met
in one of the wholesale millinery
stores, kindly lent us copy OF the
Columbia State, and our anxiety
about the floods and election was
relieved. :.
We visited this morning the tomb
of Edgar Allan Poe, the brilliant
and erratic author of the immortal
poem, "The Raven" He lies in
the church yard of Westminster
church on corner Fayette and Greene
streets, and his unpretentions mon
ument, upon which some kindly hand
had placed wreath, bears his chls-
elled bust and the simple inscription:
Edgar Allan Poe. Born Jan.
goth, 1909. Died Oct. 7th, 1S49.'
We are enjoying the brilliant dis
play of millinery exhibited by the in
Vulnerable dealers here. Hats are
large, high crowned, and rolling
at left side Wings largely predomi-
nate in trimming and are used stand
ing high in a manner startling to
the novice.
We expect to reach home by 5th
or 9Th of September. Until then
"au revoir!"
NETTIE OGILVIE SPEAKS.
Baltimore, Md, Aug. 31st, 1908.
The Cotton Market.