The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1907-1917, 1911-03-16
PAGE TWELVE
Our Trip TO Florida
CONCLUDED FROM PAGE ONE.

On again, for another brief run; and then
another exploded tire. While the wheel was
being repaired, [ went off by the side of the
road laid down on the grass and straw, and
got nap. After this, we had little to mar
the trip the rest of the way to Savannah. At
Statesboro we had taken a hasty luncheon, at
the restaurant; and were cheered by the cor
dial welcome of several staunch friends.
We left Savannah at about o'clock p. m.
The road, in many long stretch is perfect
and lovely. Stately live-oazs, waving stream
ers of moss, line the highway, for miles and
miles; and nothing could be more welrdly
picturesque.
In due course, we reached the ferry on the
Ogeechee. The river here is broad, grace
fully bending, beautifully set in bordering
verdure, linfpid in its quiet depths, marvel
lousy attractive. AS the shades of the after
noon came down upon tive were being fer
ried across-I felt certain that my eyes had
never rested upon vision of greater natural
beauty-Wild, but fascinating.
On the causeway, (south side of the river)
a tire was punctured; and while we waited
for it to be patched, we could hear the harsh
cry Of the wild geese in the marshes, near the
road, but safe from human pursuit. Nobody,
excepting a Seminole Indian. could hunt in
such mOrass.
We passed old Midway, about eight o'clock
at night. Ass that [ was Ny mind had
been so preoccupied by the tragic events
of the last few days that it had not even
occurred to me that we would pass this his
tOric spot, until the auto skirted the HIGH
thick wall of the old cemetery. Then | aWOIe
with start and told them where we were
regretting deeply and audibly that had not
thought of this, and so managed as to have
an hour of daylight to study the venerable
monuments op6 pi1,tiO,oC which rrv no
story of my beloved State and people back to
the very first colonization by Europeans
We inquire the road, and take the wrong
one. We blmder about and lose some twenty
miles. Darien seems to elude us. Bedtime
approaches, and we grow tired. Finally,
when we fancy that Darien is about to re-
GIVE us, we learn that we are fourteen miles
out, and that the intervening road is very,
very sandy. Likewise we are told that we
can secure accommodations, right there, for
the night.
What could weary travellers do, but pile
out? Pile out, we accordingly did. The car
was run in, to the side of the house; and we
after feeding the driver-left him to sleep
in the tonneau. We were given good sup
per, and comfortable beds, and quiet nights
rest.
By the way, that part of Georgia, lying
between the lower Ogeechee and Daren, is
the most reposeful part of Georgia, if not
of the United States If anybody is in a
hurry, down there, the secret is we'll kept A
spirit of benign compOsure broods over the
entire region. Somehow, [ got the idea that
the greater part of what the natives do is not
done today, but is postponed until tomorrow.
And, strange to say the scheme works we'll
Everybody seems passively acquescent to the
trend of things. There is no worry, no hurry,
no kicks Evidently, the people 90 to bed
when SlepDy: and cook and breakfast whom