Evening star., 1915-11-28
TRAVELETTE
BY NIkSAH.
Jekyl's Island.

Jekyrs Island, off the Georgia coast,
is one of those bits of the earth which
seem to have been made for the pleas
ure of men. Blue, sheltered bays lap
ping white sand beaches, groves of
palmetto and live oak, balmy climate
which lulls the energies and courts the
like charm.
In the bravo days of the southern
aristocracy certain wealthy planters
discovered this island and built a club
house there. Gambling was the lead
ing sport and stakes were high. For
tunes often changed hands in night.
Then the war came, the gaming plant
ers went out to fight and when they
came back they were too poor TO
gamble. Jekyrs Island was left to
the tapping waves and the soaring
gulls.
One day wealthy New Yorker.
southbound on his yacht, was ship
wrecked there, and Jekyrs Island was
reborn. The marooned millionaire was
not SLOW to see the possibilities OF
the place or to tell his friends about
it. They came trooping to 1t in force,
accompanied by swarms of English
buffers and governesses and French
cooks and poodles and villas and au-
tomobiles, and all the other appur-
tenances of high society on an outing.
These details are not guaranteed, as
no one with an income less than $4,000
year ever gets to Jekyls Island. un
less he goes there to work as a but
Ter or something like that. But at
any rate, the millionaires have settled
there in droves and Jekyrs Island, aft
er its years of browsing in the south
ern sun, is alive and awake again. If
the hearsay printed in the Sunday
newspapers can be relied upon, the
high jinks of the gaming planters were
tame doings as compared to the car
ryings-on of the new population.
Indian Town.
Twenty-four miles to the east of
Richmond, Va, winds the sleepy Pa
munkey river, snakily coiling itself
around a bit of land which contains
500 acres.
Upon this land dwell 10 Indians,
descendants of the tribe of the great
Powhatan, who was sire to Pocahon-
tas. most famous Indian princess ip
the annals of America.
So lost to the world are these In
dians that some years ago the repre-
sentative in Congress from the district
in which they dwell denied their ex-
istence. For 200 years they have been
forgotten.
Indian Town is the center of this set
tlement 1t is but a group of such
dwellings as might house any rural
American village in such isolation.
Strangely, this tribe of pure-blooded
Pamunkey Indians speaks but one
language, and that is English. The
native tongue is lost The few words
that survive have been taken into the
language of the conqueror. Among
these are "moccasin" and "toma k.
Indian Town is nominally under the
control of the state of Virginia. but
no authority has ever been exercised
and no taxes are paid. Each year the
tribe sends to the governor deer or
brace of wild turkeys as testimo-
NAL of friendship.
In the springtime a forefathers' fes-
tival is held at Indian Town The
tribe goes into the woods and re-en-
acts the story of Pocahontas and Capt.
John Smith. Some maiden Of the tribe,
probab bly, today much like the princess
of old, plays the leading part.
Along the banks of the James. far
up the Potomac, sometimes even into
Chesapeake bay, at the season of the
year when the shad are running. may
be seen the swift canoes of expert
ishermen-dark and swarthy and 81
lent They pull in their nets and sell
their catches at the various wharves
of the region. Few notice the pecu-
liarities of these men or learn that they
are from Indian Town, that quiet.
lonely little place where handful OF
true Americans still live on the land
their fathers held before the white