It was with feelings of
regret I turned my tiny craft towards untried
waters, leaving behind me the beautiful city of
Charleston, and the friends who had so kindly
cared for the lonely canoeist.
CHAPTER XII. FROM CHARLESTON TO SAVANNAH, GEORGIA.
THE INTERIOR WATER ROUTE TO JEHOSSEE ISLAND. - GOVERNOR
AIKEN'S MODEL RICE PLANTATION. - LOST IN THE HORNS. -
ST. HELENA SOUND. - LOST IN THE NIGHT. - THE PHANTOM
SHIP. - A FINLANDER'S WELCOME. - A NIGHT ON THE
EMPEROR S OLD YACHT. - THE PHOSPHATE MINES. - COOSAW
AND BROAD RIVERS. - PORT ROYAL SOUND AND CALIBOQUE
SOUND. - CUFFY 'S HOME. - ARRIVAL IN GEORGIA. -
RECEPTIONS AT GREENWICH SHOOTING-PARK.
Captain N. L. Coste, and several other
Charleston pilots, drew and presented to
me charts of the route to be followed by the
paper canoe through the Sea Island passages,
from the Ashley to the Savannah River, as some
of the smaller watercourses near the upland were
not, in 1875, upon any engraved chart of the
Coast Survey.
Ex-Governor William Aiken, whose rice
plantation on Jehossee Island was considered, before
the late war, the model one of the south, invited
me to pass the following Sunday with him upon
his estate, which was about sixty-five miles from
Charleston, and along one of the interior water
routes to Savannah. He proposed to leave his
city residence and travel by land, while I paddled
my canoe southward to meet him.
