The coastland times with which is combined the pilot and herald of Belhaven and Swan Quarter. [volume] (Manteo, N.C.) 1959-1973, 1961-03-24

and their mewling cry is a bedlam
as they sight large school of blue
fish. The water is splashing high
as the blues slash at the luckless
fingerlings. The gulls rise with
silvery CLINT between their bills,
give flutter, and the minnow dis
appears down an Unsuitable gullet.
! On the opposite shore wildlife
refuge is just ahead at Pea Island.
Thousands of wildfowl, including
about half of the worlds remaining
snow geese, spend the winters here.
This is the beginning of the Cape
Hatteras National Seashore. The
first established in our National
Park system. 1t runs for seventy
miles to Hatteras, and then contin-
ues for sixteen miles on Ocracoke
Island.
Abreast of the refuge we see
gander on point is nervous and his
fourteen Canada geese. The big
wings fail as he tiptoes the grass
and takes to the air. Curiously, he
circles low over our car. What
beauty. His long black neck, with
the grey-white cheek patch just
back of his eyes, stretches out from
between widespread wings that
keeps airborne his massive grey
breast that is darkened only by his
feet that swings straight back and
mingles with the ebony-black fan
ned-out tail feathers.
The villages ahead are: Rodan-
the, Waves, Salvo and then
comes an indian name - Chicama-
comico; then Little Kinnakeet. And
the next one reminds us of the
great Bard, it is Avon, just before
Big Kinnakeet.
They have Misunderstanding
built homes with triangle-shaped
roofs. Some of them so sharply
slanted we wonder how they ever
got them shingled. V-shaped gut
tiers at the caves catch rain in els
terms for a water supply.
The last three villages are: Bux-
ton, Frisco and Hatteras. They
have excellent motels and this is
Especially true of the latter which
also has large fleet of the ultra
in deep sea fishing boats.
i There is a daisy type of flower
growing along the highway that is
known on the Outer Banks as the
Joe Bell Flower. The history of
this man we must seek to know,
however, like the famous Johnny
; IAppleseed", Joe Bell, too, strewed
his seeds far and wide over the
sandy soil and they grew and multi
piled.
The waning sun is casting CLINT
ing rays on a rise of flower covered
ground, enhancing their colors.
; Bringing out the rich gentian-blue
of the Grecian Windflowers that
,precede the Crocus, with it's pur-
pile. white, gold and lilac, blending
with a delicate pink of the Candle
abra Tulip. The deep red and softer
shades of the velvety Rose; splash
es of the golden yellow Daffodil;
crimson of the Fuchia; pink and
scarlet of the graceful Flamingo;
gives the flowers the appearance
of low smokeless fire; ablaze -
alive and sparkling - as it flows
up the hill in a flame of color.
All along the water front as we
! near Hatteras, men are mending
their nets, preparing for fishing on
>, the next tide. What hardy lot
their faces, weather worn from bat
J thing the sea and sun, resemble
time worn leather.
AS we stop for gas we are reco-
gnized and greeted with draw.
ling, "Hi folks. how y'all? Glad tn
see y'aeain." And he is. his hand
shake is firm and cordial, you fee
. warmth and a glow to the tips
/ of your toes. Yes, we are down
, where the natives have an Elizabe-
than idiom all their own, spoker
:. soft and slow, full of friendliness.
Our friend gives us we'll wishes
, for old Aunt Mahalev Blodget. ir
; her nineties; Uncle Zeke Bracken
: beyond ninety-five: Grandma Patti.
ence Wortle. and manv others. MOI
J., one of whom are Aunts, Uncles. Of
, Grandma's to ANYBODY. its just the
. wav these folks have of respecting
old peonle they know and love. One
, can hardly believe that the blood Of
old pirates courses the veins Of