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up and tied his horse to the post, and passing us with a profound bow, entered the house. He wore a three-cornered cocked hat, a laced coat, a long queue tied close to his head with a ribbon in a large double bow, his hair powdered, and a long sword dangling by his side. He spoke only French. Immediately after hiin came up a negro riding on a mule, which, in despite of his rider's efforts, dashed in between the post and the horse. In the struggle the horse's bridle broke, and away went the horse into the woods, with a heavy portmanteau dancing at his side. The Frenchman, no doubt thinking it all design (for he did not comprehend a word of the negro's explanation), drew his long sword, his eyes flashing fury. The moment the negro saw the sword he sprang off his mule and darted for the forest, with monsieur in full chase after him, vociferating most vehementiy. At first we were alarmed, but perceiving the negro to be too niinble for him, were exceedingly amused by the chase. Despairing of overtaking the lad, the Frenchman darted his sword after him, exclaiming, “ Belitre--diable," etc. We soon after started, and saw the poor terrified black still scudding away far off among the pines.
The next day we passed Pond Pond, and traveled over an interesting country, interspersed with fine plantations. The roads are as level as a bowling-green, and generally in a direct line. We noticed peas in blossom. Near the Ashepoo we observed several Indians seated on a log. We ascertained that they were the cel. ebrated warrior Little Carpenter, king of the Cherokees, with his queen and several counsellors, on their way to Charleston, to “brighten and strengthen," as he told us, in good English, "the chain of union.”
We passed Barnard Elliot's magnificent residence, and those of other planters, in the distance, on avenues cut through the woods, and surrounded by their little villages of negro huts. The 1st of February we had a succession of showers, with heavy thunder, similar to our northern April weather. The next day we crossed over to Port Royal Island. At the ferry-house, where we stopped for the night, a party of the young folks of the lower order had assembled, and, willing to contribute to their amusement, as well as my own, I took out my flute, and playing some jigs, set them dancing, shuffling, and capering in merry style.
This island is about ten miles square. The land is generally poor, affording but a few rice plantations. The staple is indigo, which grows on a light soil. Some cotton is cultivated here for domestic purposes; but as it is so difficult to disentangle the fiber from the seed, its extensive culture is not attempted, although it emi. nently flourishes in this climate, and is a most important article. Every evening we have noticed the negroes, old and young, clustered in their huts, around their pine-knot fires, plucking the obstinate seed from the cotton
Deer and foxes abound on this island. Beaufort is handsomely situated, and contains about seventy houses, besides public buildings, and is defended by a respectable fort, two miles below the town. We retraced our steps and again crossed the ferry. At noon, stopping at a very decent looking house, which we supposed to be a tavern, we ordered our dinner, wine, etc., with the utmost freedom. What was our amazement and mortification when, inquiring for the bill, our host replied, “Gentlemen, I keep no tavern, but am very much obliged to you for your visit.' In the true spirit of southern liberality, he insisted upon our taking a bed with him on our return from Georgia. This incident exhibits the beautiful trait of hospitality, for which the south is so distinguished.
The next day we entered Savannah, the capital of Georgia. We delivered our letters to General Walton, one of the signers of the declaration of independence, Commodore Bowen and other gentlemen, which gained us early admission into the delightful society of the city.