The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-06-02

preservation. lived in to this day. the of slaves long since in their curiously ornamented graves-graves piled with pretty things" from broken washbowls to defunct picture frames.
 The ornaments" are placed there in the hope that the devil, a-prowl for vic | tims will be tempted by the vases, broken glass and other treasures, taking those and leaving the deceased to rest unsnatched.
 These descendants of the helpless peo- pie bartered by the hermit are a ragged and apathetic lot. Men, women and children. They beg the tourist to throw them pennies, in return for which they oblge with anything from a buck dance to voodoo charm.
 The place seems to belong to a family named McAlpin, who allows the darkies to live on the land rent free. They ex- ist apparently upon the fish in the river and those in the sightseeing coaches.
 The great tract of land must be worth millions, situated as it is but a mile or so from Savannah and directly on the river. The why's and wherefores of 1t, it's neglect, it's strange history, the lack of information regarding it's original owner, are puzzle to strangers. And as the motor rumbles back down the long avenue of oaks, pack of small, yelling black and ragged barbarians pur- suing, there is something eerie, shivery about it all.
 But presently we chugged to cheerier parts. A. M. Barbee's diamondback ter rapin farm for instance at Isle of Hope, a short resort a short run out from Sa- vannah. Barbee, a street car employe % years ago, is now the "terrapin king" owner of the only hatchery in the world where the succulent little lIo f<,- .as- poses by artificial means.
 HAS TERRAPIN 'KNACK"
 Pop Barbee wears diamond backs in his pockets and diamonds on his hands, and the great hotels in the New York whitelight belt sit up and beg to be al- lowed to give their orders to him when he comes up every year. He ships his product by tens of thousands.
 Even the government would like to know how he raises his turtles, 1t having tried and failed. Hundreds of individuals have tried and failed. Barbee just winks an eye and says it's a 'knack."
 We whizzed past the modest restau- rant and palatial house of Mother Ban non' at Thunderbolt park, whose re- nowned shore dinners cooked in the former made possible the latter. And presently we passed the splendid convict farms where 90 per cent of Chatham SoA'ltS . ClliiilidlS dIe put to WOrR III the open air and taught agriculture
 There is the Brown Farm" known from the color of the mems clothes; the
 Blue Farm where shorter term men are employed and the boys reservation
 There is also, l am happy osay, woman's colony where female prisoners are taught gardening, cooking, launder- ing and needlework. Will New York please note Georgia's provision for her errant ones?
 l will tell you in another chapter how Georgia has almost emptied her jails by prohibition. But now we have only time to whiz back to Savannah, flying riot ously through Bonaventure, the most beautiful cemetery in the country" with it's separate Jewish entrance, it's garden like plots and it's glorious trees shawled and chiffoned with natures widows weeds, the sombre Spanish moss
 There We're at the depot in plenty of time for tet $50 train, which leaves at 7;5o, andf Vas reported an hour ago as Ion timet'