Showing posts with label Pasquotank County. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pasquotank County. Show all posts

Monday, June 8, 2020

Chowan River Bridge

            A map of northeastern North Carolina shows a small cluster of counties dangling from the southeastern corner of Virginia, cut off from the rest of the state by the Chowan River. Until 1927, these counties were only accessible by boat or from Virginia. The isolated counties were Gates, Chowan, Perquimans, Pasquotank, Camden, and Currituck. 



Six NC Counties Cut Off By Chowan River

            A bridge between Windsor (Bertie County) and Edenton (Chowan County) was approved in 1925 and the Chowan River Bridge was opened to the public on 2 July 1927. It was 1.5 miles long, the longest bridge in the state, and reduced the distance between Edenton and Windsor from 89 miles to 21 ½ miles.
            The official opening of the bridge on July 20 was a spectacular event. The News & Observer (Raleigh, NC) 21 July 1927 said: 
“No Such Spectacle Seen By This Generation In State As That Yesterday at Eden House; While Bands Play, Throng Yells and Aircraft Motors Buzz, Ribbon Is Cut Removing Last Symbolic Hindrance To Union of Rich North East With The State; Admirals of The Navy, Generals of The Army and Men High In Public and Private life Present For Momentous Occasion; Edenton Distinguishes Itself Forever In Manner In Which It Handles Big Undertaking.”
            Ben Dixon MacNeill, a reporter with the News & Observer, described his experience at the opening in his column, “Cellar and Garret” on 26 July 1927:
            “… most magnificent spectacle I have ever witnessed, and … the most delightful experience I have had this year. It was almost worth living a generation for. …I climbed aboard a naval torpedo airplane in Edenton Bay and after a little was wandering around in the sky above the bay and the river and the bridge. It was a big ship, and I could walk around and poke my head out first one window of the big cabin and then another.
            Scarcely had Lieutenant Commander Moloney pulled the craft gently out of the water when we began to have company in the air. Flying low over the great oaks at Hayes came the army dirigible TC-5, almost dragging its anchor-lines on the tree tops. Then its sister ship the TC-9i came over, and together we went toward the bridge where the celebration was to be presently staged. Beneath us the revenue cutter Pamlico was steaming its way slowly, and from its decks came faithfully the strains of martial music.
            At first the bridge looked like a spring stretched across the two miles of water, and as we drew nearer it widened. We came lower and swooped down, almost touching the masts of the cutter and soaring upward. The torpedo ship rode the air smoothly and easily, its great motor roaring. The slower dirigibles wee coming along in the rear, seeming scarcely to move. The bridge became a bridge, and there were automobiles crawling along its length. If you looked carefully enough the ceremonial ribbon across the Bertie end of the bridge could be seen. From out of the mists came a squadron of army observation ships, swift and magnificent, sweeping out of the haze in wild-goose formation. They wheeled and turned back, circling for their bearings. The dirigibles cruised over the scene and the navy ships zoomed and climbed up. Then the hour of the ceremony came, and the pilots of the aircraft, observing the time, moved across for the processional. The official parade arrived at the eastern end of the bridge.
            The dirigibles crossed over and turned, flying close together and low over the bridge. The squadron of army ships came over and took up position above and behind the dirigibles, and the big torpedo planes of the navy above and behind them, with their motors throttled back and drifting serenely. The parade moved across the bridge—the groundling automobiles bearing a distinguished company, and above them the silver dirigibles and above them the yellow-winged observation squadron and above them the navy’s craft.


            Never has there been such a parade anywhere. It almost made one delirious to look down upon the spectacle. I guess I behaved like a child at a Christmas tree. Anyway, I had my head poked far out of the rear cockpit, in the full stream of the exhaust from the great motor that was carrying us. I got dirty, but I had an enormous time. The procession moved on and came to the place of ceremony. The pilots gave their mounts full throttle and they soared up and broke the magic formation.
            Time may bring me to witness such another spectacle and I shall hesitate at no length of accumulating grim to be able to witness it. My white pants can get as black as Egypt and such hair as I have accumulate all the exhaust a motor can discharge and all the talkative females in Christendom can assemble to discuss my deplorable condition, but I shall give the, no mind. It was worth it.”


Thursday, March 5, 2020

SNOWBALLING AND "SHINDY"
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Sources of  Annoyance and Even Danger to Passersby, the Board Passed and Ordinance Monday Night Forbidding Children to Play These Games on the Street
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     An ordinance has been passed by the aldermen prohibiting "snowballing" on the streets of Elizabeth City, also the game of "shindy" is prohibited by the same ordinance.
     The ordinance prohibiting snowballing came is as a result of some of last Sunday's capers of the boys and girls. They thronged the streets pretty much all day and pelted every pedestrian that came along. These young people did not seem to have any respect for age or anything else, but plied their sport to the discomfiture of the people who walked the streets.
School boys throwing snowballs.
Wellcome Collection
https://wellcomecollection.org/works/ed36pmre
     The game of "shindy"* is a great favorite among the small boys and it's a dangerous one too. The wonder of it is that a dozen legs have not already been broken. The ordinance, if it is enforced, will be a great relief to parents.

*a game similar to field hockey

[Taken from The Advance (Elizabeth City,
Pasquotank County, NC) 12 Jan 1912]


   

Tuesday, March 3, 2020

NEAR BEER
A Real Problem
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            From the earliest days of our history, there have been temperance movements attempting to ban the production and use of alcoholic beverages — with varying degrees of success. Finally, in 1920, the 18th amendment made the production, transport, and sale of intoxicating liquors illegal. The temperance fight led to many incidents that we might find curious today. "Near beer" was supposed to have only a very small percentage of alcohol, but it didn't always work out! Below are a few examples of North Carolina's battle against “near beer.”

[Raleigh Times (Raleigh, NC) 12 Jun 1905]

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Supreme Court Case
Is Licence Requirement to Sell Near Beer Legal?
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     In 1909, the North Carolina Supreme Court heard a case challenging the right of Charlotte [Mecklenburg County] to require a $1,000 annual licence for the sale of near beer. Attorney general Thomas Bicket argued the case for the state, and he described near beer the starkest of terms.
  "What is near beer? The testimony in this case shows that it is a beverage that finds ready sale as a substitute for real beer. Our bibulous* constituents cry for it as children cry for Castoria**. It is made by the people who make beer, and drunk by the people who drink beer. It looks like beer, smells like beer, tastes like beer. … It is shoved across the old oaken counter, and the mirrored back bar, with the pictures of Aphrodite … springing from the foam, making the illusion complete. And sometimes in the gloaming the alchemy of a shadow projected from a policeman's expansive back and falling athwart the bar, works a transformation and suddenly, even as the thirsty one lifts the cup to his lips, near beer becomes the real thing.
     "And yet this court is asked to relegate this lusty beverage, this scion of centuries of vats, to the insipid level of soda water. Perish the thought! It proclaims itself in North Carolina as sole heir to and successor to the gaudy fluid. It boasts of its bubble, and sparkle and snap. It says to the disconsolate legions in an arid land, 'I may not be entirely wicked — but try me.' It capitalizes its kinship with Budweiser and Schlittz. It scorns soda water as Roosevelt scorns a mollycoddle, and lords it over grape juice like a mint julep over a milk shake."
     The state won the case and the lic
ence was enforced.
      
* excessively fond of drinking alcohol
** a laxative
[Taken from News and Observer (Raleigh, NC) 17 Nov 1909]


The Charlotte Observer (Charlotte, NC) 11 Aug 1888

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Sells Near Beer on the Water.
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     Deputy Marshall Wilcox returned from a business trip to Currituck county Tuesday night. While on the trip Mr. Wilcox discovered a floating near beer joint down in Currituck which presumable pays no state of county tax.
     The proprietor of this establishment has secured a house boat and located at a convenient point, and he was doing a good business.

[Taken from The Advance (Elizabeth City, NC) 23 Jun 1911]
[The News & Observer (Raleigh, NC) 28 Oct 1899]

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FIFTY-THREE DRUNKS
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Were Arrested By the Police During
the Month of February—
Banishment of Near-Beer Saloons May
Result in Decrease of Drunkenness.
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[Taken from The Wilmington Dispatch (Wilmington, NC) 1 Mar 1911]
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BEER SALOONS ARE NOW ALL CLOSED
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       The Board of Aldermen of Elizabeth City (Pasquotank County) passed an ordinance in April 1910 regulating the sale of near beer. It stipulated that dealers who sold near beer must pay the Trustees of the Graded School of Elizabeth City $500 to be used for educational purposes.
     In addition, stores selling the beverage were required to open on Matthews stgreet east of Martin and Poindexter street and north of Matthews. The beer had to be sold within ten feet of the front door and all screens, curtains and other obstructions had to be removed from windows and doors.

     It was believed that this ordinance would put near beer saloons out of business. It was noted that "a few days ago, the near beer saloons… were running wide open and they were thriving too."

[Taken from Tar Heel (Elizabeth City, North Carolina) 15 Apr 1910]
[Raleigh Times (Raleigh, NC) 21 Jun 1899]
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Rocky Mount Closes Near Beer Saloons.

     Rocky Mount, June 4.— Every near beer saloon and firm selling near beer and like beverages was closed yesterday and for the first time in years a resident in Rocky Mount cannot get the real stuff, or the near article. All near beer applications were filed before the city aldermen last night, and it was this body that denied the privilege of selling, and this morning the proprietors of the four establishments were met at the door by an officer who informed them that they could not open, as the city had denied them license. 

     The problem was that in the four saloons, beverage was being sold that was making many offenders drunk. The proprietors were ordered to sample all their stock and send it off for analysis. State law said that over thee percent makes "near beer" into the real article, and it was found that every man in the business was selling the near article that contained at least three and a half and even up to five percent alcohol.

[Taken from The Daily Times (Wilson, NC) 7 Jun 1910]
[News & Observer (Raleigh, NC) 7 Oct 1900]


Friday, February 28, 2020

In an Unmarked Grave Lies the Bones of One Who Years Ago Was Jeered For Foretelling Modern Inventions

[A prophet is not without

honor save in his own country.]


     Some times it seems that one is seized with a longing to drop into Gods Acre and read the inscriptions on the lonely tombs. It affords one food for thought to gaze upon these last resting places of those who have gone before—gone into the eternity the knowledge whereof is shrouded in mystery that only the sounding of the last trumpet will unravel. But often it is the unmarked grave that holds the greatest story.
     In the Episcopal Cemetery a few years ago the writer halted by a mound of earth that, only by its faint outlines, told that 'neath it a soul lay sleeping. A passer by said: "Old man Fred Proctor is buried there." Something in my informant's tones implied that Fred Proctor was more than an ordinary man in his day and a query confirmed my supposition.
     Fred Proctor is well known to many of our residents, though he passed into the long sleep ten or fifteen years ago.
     He was once a young man with thousands of dollars at his command. Wine and women consumed his fortune and left him penniless and without a home. He spent his last days in the poor house and it was there that he breathed his last. Kind friends laid his remains away in the Episcopal cemetery.
     Mr. Proctor made predictions, in his day, that were hooted. Many of these have since come to pass and are we to doubt that others are yet to become realities.
     He often said to listeners that the time was coming when the people of Pasqotank could stand in their houses and talk to people in Camden [Camden County]. Over twenty five years ago did he venture to thus prognosticate. He also predicted that the twentieth century would see the horseless carriage and trolley car. He predicted the setting of type by machinery and expressed no hesitancy in saying that five days would soon suffice to accomplish the trip from New York to London. He was hooted and jeered because of his firm belief that messages would be transmitted without the use of wires. People in those days, called him crazy.  He was laughed at by the shrewd business men of the day and hooted and jeered by children. The venerable scholar also predicted that ships would be built to sail in the air and boats constructed to run under water. All of these things have come to pass and people who have not forgotten him feel repentant now; that they should have treated his talk with so little credence.
    (Fred Proctor died 2 April 1888.)

[Tar Heel (Elizabeth City, NC) 24 Oct 1902]


Sunday, February 23, 2020


SHOOTING EXHIBITION

          “Fancy Shooting on Goat Island” announced The Advance (Elizabeth City, Pasquotank County, NC; 20 Oct 1911.) “Mr. and Mrs. Adolph Topperwein, the celebrated marksmen, will give an exhibition of expert and fancy shooting here on Goat Island next Monday afternoon, which everybody out to see, as no such marvelous shooting has ever been done in this section.” The exhibition was sponsored by the Adylett Bros., retail and wholesale grocers in Elizabeth City.
Adolph and Elizabeth "Plinky" Topperwein
Taken from "Texas Co-op Power https://www.texascooppower.com/
and Trapshooting Hall of Fame & Museum
https://www.traphof.org/
Who were the Topperweins? Adolph, born in Texas and son of German immigrants, began honing his marksmanship after seeing a famous sharpshooter, William Frank “Doc” Carter perform. In 1889, he began demonstrating his expertise in minstrel shows, later joining the Orrin Brothers Circus.
In 1901 he became a representative of the Winchester Repeating Arms Company. While performing in New Haven, Connecticut in 1902, he met Elizabeth “Plinky” Servaty and they were married in 1903. Elizabeth took an interest in her husband’s work and began shooting. Soon, she became part of the team. They were billed as “The Famous Topperweins.” They traveled the world exhibiting their shooting talents.
            Adolph set several records, but it was in San Antonio, during a 10-day exhibition, that he made what the San Antonio Daily Express described as “the greatest shooting exhibition ever given.” He used three 1903 Winchester .22 automatics. During that time, an associate tossed 72,500 2 ½ in. square wood blocks into the air for Adolph to shoot. During that time, he missed only 9 times. The feat took 68 ½ hours of shooting and he used all the ammunition available in the San Antonio area.

[Taken from Mouse Guns
mouseguns.com]



1903 Winchester 22
Picture from Homestead Firearms
www.homesteadfirearms.com
          
           Plinky Topperwein died in 1945, but Adolph toured until 1951. He died in 1962.

[Texas State Historical Association,
The Advance (Elizabeth City, NC) 20 Oct 1911]

Monday, May 23, 2016

Military Notice.

            The commissioned officers of the Atlantic Guards*, Camden Guards and Pasquotank R. & R. L. Dragoons**, are hereby ordered to attend a Court Martial of the Regiment, at Elizabeth City, on Tuesday the 23d April next, equipped as the law directs. All persons having business before the said body are hereby ordered to attend, as judgment final will be entered up against all that were fined ni si at the last Court Martial, without they attend and offer such an excuse as will be accepted by the Court Martial.

By order of the Col.       
WM. E. MANN Adj’t.
March 9th 1850

* The Atlantic Guards were authorized as a corps of cavalry in the militia of Currituck county on Jan. 15, 1847. The commander was Tully L. Dozier.
**R.  & R. L. Dragoons were the “Rough and Ready Light Dragoons.” This corps of cavalry was authorized by the North Carolina General Assembly as part of the Pasquotank militia on 16th of January, 1847. 

[Taken from The Old North State (Elizabeth City, NC) 9 Mar 1850]

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

THE ADVENTURES OF SMITH, JONES AND BROWN—JONES, HEARING THAT A SNAKE IS IN THE BOAT,JUMPS INTO THE CANAL.


“In getting up a party to visit Lake Drummond [in the Dismal Swamp*], you will always find more or less of the party who are afraid of snakes. On this occasion the party consisted of only three—Smith, Jones and Brown—all citizens of Suffolk [VA].
“They prepared themselves with the necessary outfit and started for the canal. Their boat being ready they embarked and soon were on the way. Smith being the most expert took the wheel, Brown placed himself at the bow, so that he could ward off approaching danger, and Jones, who was the timid one of the party, was put amidship the boat, with his back to Brown.
“I knew the parties well; they are all living, and I will narrate the snake story as I was told by Brown, who will vouch for its authenticity.
“They had not passed the great terror to all who go to the Lake (Paradise Old Fields), where can be seen everything that is hideous; a place that is dreaded, and if it could, would be shunned by every one who visits the Lake. Things of most unquestionable shapes have been seen by persons when passing it.
“No one has ever given any account of the history of the Field, which you are compelled to pass going to Lake Drummond, and which has deterred many from venturing to it. Owing to the many snake stories that has been told by persons who said they were born to see spirits, there can be no doubt that there is a legend connected with that Field. Some have argued that the Field was at one time filled with grottos, and that the fairies of Lake Drummond would leave their realm and by a subterranean passage into it to bask in the beauties which surrounded it. Profane history informs us that it was at this place that Pluto and Proserpine left for the infernal regions. That will make no difference about the snake story that I will relate.
Taken from Gunna Fish Oz at http://gunnafishoz.com/stories/snakes-on-a-boat/ 

“A snake is a wonderful reptile, and it is not necessary for one to be seen that one should be frightened. The very mention, in some instances, is sufficient to scare those who are the least timid. So it was in this instance. Jones, as I have said before, was one of a party that were going to the Lake. He was afraid of snakes. Smith and Brown knew it and they determined to have a little sport at his expense.
“Jones was highly delighted with the grandeur of the scenery by the side of the canal, as they rode along, and was expatiating upon the wonders of nature. Smith was charmed with the romantic effusions of Jones, and paid no attention to Brown, who was sitting at the bow of the boat, here looked toward him, and seeing that he was intently searching for something, asked what was the matter.
“Brown answered that a snake was in the boat and that he was trying to find it. Here Jones commenced to twist and squirm.
"Hallo!" said Brown: "here's another!"
“No sooner had he said another when Jones sprang into the canal. He made several lunges and, Peter like, looked as if he was walking on the water. Smith added more steam to the boat and Jones was overhauled and taken into the boat, very much frightened.
“They had not gone very far when Brown said: "I believe that snake is in the boat yet," and at the same time threw at Jones a piece of rattan, which is good to scare one with—it's a veritable snake.
“He was again taken into the boat, quite exhausted and cold from his ablutions. Brown prepared some ciderberry juice for him, with some pepper and other things that they had along which, after taking, Jones became more quiet.
“Brown says that when he thinks about that snake story it fills him so with laughter that he has to buckle a strap around him to support his physical organization. Jones has not ventured to the Lake since that time, and Brown is afraid to tell him that the snake in the boat was only a piece of rattan. If you want to see snakes come to Suffolk and get Brown to go with you to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, and he will amuse you to your heart's content.”

*The Dismal Swamp lies in Gates, Pasquotank and Camden Counties, NC and southeastern VA between Norfolk, VA and Elizabeth City, NC.  The Great Dismal Swamp National Wildlife Refuge, created in 1973, contains over 112,000 acres of wetland forests. North Carolina added to this the Dismal Swamp State Park which protects 22 square miles of wetlands. This park features 20 miles of wilderness trails.

[Taken from The Dismal Swamp and Lake Drummond:Early Recollections, by Robt. Arnold, 1888. Another story taken from from this book is "Bear Hunting in the Dismal Swamp"]

Monday, March 21, 2016




DOUBLE ACTING ROTARY CHURN




[Taken from The Old North State (Elizabeth City, NC) 20 Apr 1850]


Saturday, February 27, 2016

A TRIP TO EASTERN NORTH CAROLINA

1897

H. D. G.


A GLANCE at the proposed route, as shown on the map, revealed so many waterways that fears were expressed as to our physical comfort on such a trip at the height of the cold season. Nothing daunted, however, we set sail, and found ourselves one sleety morning in January in Norfolk, en route for Eastern North Carolina via the Norfolk & Southern Railroad. Great was our surprise and pleasure upon finding the private car of the General Manager of the road placed at our disposal, and that genial gentleman himself ready to accompany us as host and companion.

Taken from "A Trip To Eastern North Carolina"

    
        Accustomed as the traveler he traveler in the North is to the superb management of its great railway corporations, he is apt to expect but little from the lesser systems not connected with the great centers of trade. It was, therefore, with no little surprise that we found ourselves speeding along at a rapid rate over a road-bed as firm and well ballasted as the best engineering skill could make it.
            Though the Norfolk & Southern R. R. has not as great length as some of its competitors, the excellent condition of its rolling stock and its general thriftiness have earned for it the enviable reputation of being one of the finest railroads of the South. The road skirts the edge of the Great Dismal Swamp, tobacco farms and cotton fields stretch out on either side and large sawmills here and there indicate the flourishing business of this section.
            An hour and a half of this pleasant travel brought us to the bustling town of Elizabeth City. Its rapid recent growth and progress impress all visitors, for there are signs of enterprise and newness on every hand. The water front crowded with storehouses and mills and docks give evidence to the approaching traveler that here is a town keeping even pace with the times in its development along the lines of trade and commerce. Nature, too, has favored the spot, for here we see the encircling forests, the curving banks of the Pasquotank river, rich in picturesque scenes of woodland beauty, with fruit groves and flower gardens, adding here and there their soft and bewitching influences.
 
Taken from "A Trip To Eastern North Carolina"


            The settlers of this “Queen City of Eastern North Carolina” were not without their tendencies toward sentiment. The town was named for the young and beautiful daughter of the owner of the favored tract, and she in turn was the namesake of England’s “Good Queen Bess.” This was upwards of one hundred years ago, when the town was well in the lead of trade with the West Indies, importing largely the staples of salt and molasses. In return she sent out many shingles and staves. Now her increasing thrift depends largely upon the crops of corn, cotton, potatoes, wheat, oats, hay, rice, sorghum and vegetables.

[Taken from "A Trip to Eastern North Carolina" contained in a booklet given Compliments of Old Dominion S. S. Co., 1898. The booklet was found at ECU Library in the Meyers Family Papers. More of this booklet will be published later.]

Sunday, February 21, 2016

A BOX SUPPER

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            At Penny’s Hill Life saving Station on May 27th beginning at 3 o’clock P.M. a box supper and school entertainment will be given for the benefit of the public school.
            Refreshments will be served from 3 to 7:30 P.M.
            The entertainment which consists of two plays, a pantomime and vocal and instrumental music will begin at 7:30 P.M.
            The program which has been selected and planned with much care, is interesting, instructive and amusing.
            The play first on the program is an historical one, called, Carolina. The other play is “Our Awful Aunt” …  keep you laughing from the beginning to the end.
            Excursionists and Beach Parties are specially invited.

[Taken from The Advance (Elizabeth City, NC) 19 May 1911, Page 1]




Tuesday, March 19, 2013


BEAR HUNTING IN THE DISMAL SWAMP

It is customary in the fall season to have what is called bear hunts in the Dismal Swamp, and parties are frequently made up to go on such hunts. Before going it is necessary that some preparation should be made. Bear hunting is very dangerous, and is sometimes attended with difficulty. Before starting you should provide yourself with a cowboy suit, a good rifle, a pair of revolvers, a bowie knife (16 inch blade) and sub-marine armor. When thus equipped you can enter the Swamp. You proceed cautiously along listening to hear the bears lapping, when you go in the direction of the sound. Bears


Bear Family in the Dismal Swamp
http://www.visitchesapeake.com/things-to-do/outdoor-recreation/great-dismal-swamp/

move very cautiously, and you should be sure to keep a good lookout in your rear, as it sometimes happens that when you are going forward a drove of them are following you, and when least expected they make the attack, and if the parties should be the least separated, it often happens that all perish. I was told of a party that were out on a bear hunt in the Dismal Swamp, who supposed that they could face anything. The party consisted of eight good men. They had not proceeded very far in the Swamp when they heard in the distance the lapping of bears. Of course it is very exciting, and if one has any courage he is apt to show it at the time. A halt was made and the question asked, what should be done? They were not thinking of the danger that surrounded them. They did not think that bears were on their path. But it was too late. Whilst discussing what to do they were sprung upon from the rear, and six were badly lacerated, one rode off on the back of a bear and the last one retreated to the Lake for safety. Should you at any time go to the Dismal Swamp to hunt bears be exceedingly careful to have your rear well guarded.

 

The Dismal Swamp is located in northeastern North Carolina and southeastern Virginia, between Elizabeth City, NC and Norfolk, VA. It includes parts of Camden, Gates and Pasquotank Counties in NC. When it was first discovered, the swamp may have encompassed as much as 1,000,000 acres, but after centuries of logging, which devastated the area's ecosystems, it is now about half that size. The Great Dismal Swamp National Wildlife Refuge was created in 1974. It encompasses  about 112,000 acres with Lake Drummond, a 3,100 fresh water lake, in the middle of it.



[Taken from The Dismal Swamp and Lake Drummond, EarlyRecollections, by Robert Arnold: Norfolk,VA; Green,Burke & Gregory, Printers, 1888.]

Friday, September 7, 2012

TRAGIC DEATH


Claudius Peter Cary, fencing master, who was endeavouring to get out of the enemies way, died with fatigue in the Dismal Swamp.

[Virginia Gazette. Williamsburg: Printed by Dixon & Nicholson. May7 22, 1779]
NOTE: The Dismal Swamp is on the border of North Carolina and Virginia. In North Carolina, it includes parts of Gates, Pasquotank, and Camden Counties.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Early Quakers in Northeastern North Carolina


"Benjamin Mendinghall came a travelling fom Pensillvaney along with Samuel Hopwood and was taken sick and died 5-13-1743."[1] This notice appeared in the records of the Pasquotank County, North Carolina Quaker Monthly Meeting.

 Quakerism arrived in North Carolina about 1665 when Henry Phillips (Phelps) and his wife Hannah arrived from Salem, Massachusetts and settled in what was then Albemarle. They made their home at a place that was probably near what is now Hertford in Perquimans County, North Carolina.

William Edmundson, an Irish Quaker missionary, traveled to eastern North Carolina in 1672. He kept a diary in which he described a worship service at the home of Henry Phillips (Phelps) for settlers in the wilderness area south of the Great Dismal Swamp:

 “... having not seen a Friend for seven years before, they [Henry and Hannah Phelps] wept for joy to see us; yet it being on a First day morning when we got there, I was weary and faint, and my cloths all wet. I desire them to send to the people there-away to come to a meeting about the middle of the day, and I would lye down upon a bed, and if I slept too long, that they should awake me. Now about the hour appointed many people came, but they had little or no religion, for they came, and sat down in the meeting smoking their pipes; but in a little time, the Lord's testimony arose in the authority of His power, and their hearts being reached with it, several of them were tendered, and received the testimony. After meeting they desire me to stay with them, and let them have more meetings....”[2]

  “Among the early settlers who attended that first meeting were Francis Toms, Joseph Scott, Nathaniel Batts, and Hugh Smith.”[3]   Edmundson must have made an impression on those who attended the first meeting because he held a second meeting at the home of Francis Toms.

George Fox, Englishman and founder of the Religious Society of Friends— or Quakers— arrived in North Carolina a few months after Edmundson’s visit. He held several meetings around the area and established a Quarterly Meeting, the first structured religious body in North Carolina. The Society of Friends spread throughout the northeast corner of North Carolina, particularly in Pasquotank and Perquimans Counties. Rev. Joseph Blount Cheshire wrote in the North Carolina Booklet of April, 1906, page 261: “Quakerism was the only organized form of religion in the colony, with no rival worship among the people for the rest of the seventeenth century (1672-1700).”

George Fox



The Society of Friends was based on Fox’s belief “that to every man God was speaking in the depth of his own soul, if only he would listen and obey.” [4]  There was no need for clergy to interpret God. All people are connected and that to hurt someone was to hurt God. This meant that Quakers were pacifists. The Friends also practiced plainness—in dress and in speech.

A Quaker Meeting was a time for quiet and contemplation, listening rather than talking. If a member felt a need to share his thoughts, he was free to stand up and express himself. It was often the case that no one felt the need to speak for long periods of time.

The origin of the name Quaker is disputed. However, George Fox recorded this account in his Journal. In 1650, Fox was brought before Justice Bennet of Derby in England on a charge of blasphemy. According to Fox's Journal, Bennet "called us Quakers because we bid them tremble at the word of God." 

Below is a map showing the early Quaker Meetings in northeastern North Carolina.

Map of Albemarle. Early sites of Quaker meetings in Perquimans and Pasquotank Counties are shown.[5]

Many records of early Quaker Meetings—Quarterly and Annual—have survived. They provide an interesting portrait of early events in the lives of northeastern North Carolina Friends. For example, at the Annual Meeting of 1708, the following: "The judgment of this meeting, considering the indecency of Friends in not keeping of their places in meeting—that Friends keep their places as much as possible, and not run in and out in times of worship and likewise in meetings of business." In other words, stay in your seat! At the same meeting, it was decided that the Annual Meeting was too large if everyone was allowed to come. Instead, twelve men were named to make up the Meeting. No women were included.

In 1709 the only business before the Yearly Meeting was the settlement of a difficulty between Francis Toms and his son in-law, Gabriel Newby. Among other things, Newby accused Toms of: “…contrary to good order used amongst us, set with his hat on when Gabriel was at prayer, and when he was preaching turned his back to him as a dislike to his testimony."

Quakers were active in the politics of colonial North Carolina. In fact, John Archdale, a Quaker, was once governor. In 1711, one of the twelve members of the Annual Meeting, Emanual Lowe, son-in-law of former governor Archdale, was not allowed to take part in the Meeting because he had “acted divers things contrary to our ways and privileges." His error was "in stirring up a parcel of men in arms, and going to Pamlico, and from thence to Chowan in a barkentine with men and force of arms contrary to our holy principles."[6] The event that precipitated Lowe’s un-Friend-like actions was the Cary Rebellion, a political and religious disagreement in which Quaker governor Thomas Cary refused to turn the governorship over to Edward Hyde.

In 1715, there is a complaint that might be familiar to modern ears:  "Meetings for worship and discipline are not so well attended."  In 1716 there was concern about "superfluity of apparel," and the next year, it was directed that no “victuals or drink be provided except as the case may require” at funerals. By 1740 there was complaint about sleeping in meeting. After all, it was quiet and peaceful.

One final admonition: “No Friend can wear a wig without the consent of his Monthly Meeting."[7] It is worthy of mention that the Perquimans Friends did not grant a request for a wig. A few years later, permission was granted, but the person who requested permission was advised “to wear a plain one.”

Although the Annual Meeting was held at various locations, mostly in Perquimans County, North Carolina, from 1698 to 1787 they were all held in the Eastern Quarter, or northeastern North Carolina. As migration increased from places like Pennsylvania, New England and other northern areas, the fellowship of Quakers mushroomed in western areas of the state. Beginning in 1787 and continuing to 1812, the Annual Meeting alternated between the Eastern Quarter (Perquimans and Pasquotank Counties) and the Western Quarter (Guilford County). After that, the center of influence moved to the Western Quarter. Below is a picture of the first Meeting House, which was in Guilford Co.[8]

NOTE: It is beyond the scope of this article to discuss Quaker view on the issues of education, slavery and war. However, the reader can easily find information on these topics.


[1] Hinshaw's N. C. Quaker Records, Vol. 1, Page 102 of the Pasquotank Monthly Meeting.
[2] Life, Travels, Sufferings, and Labour of Love in the Work of the Ministry … by William Edmundson:1829, Page 61. A Google Book
[4] “Quaker Thought & History, George Fox and Christian Theology” by Edward Grubb: http://www.strecorsoc.org/grubb/qth01.html
[5] http://www.carolana.com/NC/Counties/pasquotank_county_nc.html
[6] Julia S. White , “History of North Carolina Meeting,”  Bulletin of Friends Historical Society of Philadelphia (February 1909): p4
[7] White 9
[8] White Facing III, I

Sunday, February 13, 2011


MINSTRELS OF THE PASQUOTANK


By James Biddle Shepherd

Away down yonder on the Pasquotank,
Where the bull-frogs jump from bank to bank,
And the tide moves slow mid the cypress knees,
And the pools are dark 'neath the arching trees;
How well I remember when the frogs are jolly,
Their deep bass calls and thunderous volley,
When the water creeps cool 'neath the matted roots.
"Down under the roots, down under the roots,"
And the river moves quiet and happy and deep,
Moves "happy and deep, knee-deep, knee-deep."


Away down yonder on the Pasquotank,
Where the flags are thick and the mosses dank,
When lulls the roar of the bull-frog band
The small frogs pipe on every hand,
And a million shrill throats sing of herrings,
Of "herrings, herrings, herrings, herrings,"
And of bacon, "fry-bacon, fry-bacon, fry-bacon,"
Pray what can they know about herrings and bacon!
And yet as a child I learned for true,
That is what they sing the whole night through!


Ah, wild, plebeian, boisterous frogs,
Your piping all night in the reeking bogs
Was melody sweet to my infant ear;
For softer notes 'twas not tuned to hear,
Like Philomel's on his sprig of holly,
But the bold frogs songs that are hearty and jolly,
Where all join in with a right good will,
And the big frogs roar and the little frogs trill,
And make the night merry along the bank
Of the shimmering, gloomy, old Pasquotank.


Ye wee frog-folk of the Pasquotank,
May your race dwell long on its reedy bank,
May you chant always the same old notes,
In the same white vests and bright green coats,
May you always sing "fry-bacon, fry-bacon,"
The song of plenty, of herrings and bacon;
May the tide creep cool 'neath the matted roots,
"Down under the roots, down under the roots,"
And the stream move quiet and happy and deep,
Move "happy and deep, knee-deep, knee-deep."



The Author.—James Biddle Shepard was born on November 14, 1815, in New Bern, [Craven County,]N. C.  He was a son of William Biddle Shepard of that place, and wife, Mary Blount, of "Elmwood," Pasquotank County. He was educated at the University of North Carolina, and graduated with the first honors of his class in 1834. Later he studied law and was admitted to the bar. He was State Senator from Wake County in 1842, and a Representative in 1844.

At one time he was United States District Attorney for North Carolina, but was "too wealthy to undergo the drudgery of the bar." He was a Democrat in politics, and his party nominated him for Governor in 1846, but the Whig nominee, William A. Graham, defeated him in the election which followed.

Mr. Shepard married Frances Donnell, of New Bern, and left an only son, John Robert Donnell Shepard, who has resided in Paris, France, for some years past.

James B. Shepard died in Raleigh on the 17th of June, 1871, and is buried in the eastern end of the old City Cemetery, along with numerous members of his family, the remains of several of whom he had caused to be brought from the eastern part of the State, for re-interment at Raleigh, several months before his death.

[North Carolina Poems, edited by Eugene Clyde Brooks: 1912. This is a Google book.]



Sunday, April 25, 2010

A Rowdy Leader
Colonel Griffith Jones
Ca. 1692 - 1766

Griffith Jones was an early settler along the Pasquotank River in northeastern North Carolina. Usually called "Griffin," Jones was a trouble maker in his younger days. In 1729, he and Truman Jones appeared in court charged with "forcible entry and expelling from her plantation the widow and infant son of the late Colonel William Reed." No doubt the neighbors were interested when the indictment went on to say that the two men used "force and Armes to Witt Swords Staves Gunns and other defensive and invasive Armes with the Appurtenances at Arenoose Creek in Pasquotank precinct upon the peaceable possessions of one Mrs. Jane Reed Widow and Extrix of William Reed late of Pasquotank precinct aforesaid Esqr dec'd." The accused men were charged with ejecting the widow Reed and her infant son and "with a Strong hand did keep them out and still do."

However, by 1773, Griffith Jones had become a more upstanding citizen. He had often served as a member of the court where the guardian accounts of his orphan children, Meriam and Lemuel Jones, were rendered. Some of the items purchased for his daughter were: "a quantity of dimity and lace, a scarlet cloak, a silk gauze dress cap with ribbon, a year's tuition to Lemuel Burkitt for schooling, and fees to Charles Cason for 3 mos. teaching her Dances." Among the expenditures for Lemuel were: "buckram, broadcloth, linen, silk handkerchiefs, a silk hat, and for 6 mos. Schooling."

Which was the real Griffith Jones? Was he the wild evictor of widows or the father who provided well for his children? No doubt he was both. Obviously his reputation suffered no harm from the episode with Mrs. Reed as he was elected to the House of Commons just two years after the incident.

Jones was married twice, but court records, including deeds and wills, reveal that he had several mistresses on the side. In fact, one of his illegitimate children took his father's name and received valuable gifts from him.

Jones was elected seven times to the General Assembly and served as a justice of the Pasquotank Precinct Court. Militarily, he was referred to as Major in 1735. By 1745, he was a Colonel. His final service seems to have been in the general muster of 1754-55. Because of the difficulty of having to cross the Pasquotank River, the Militia organized two separate commands, one on each side of the river. Griffiths was captain of the company "drawn from the inhabitants within the forks of Arenuse Creek over to North River."

Source: Three Hundred Years Along the Pasquotank: A Biographical History of Camden County by Jesse Forbes Pugh, 1957.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Don't Leave Your Shoes At Home!

This interesting tidbit came from the Google book, The Hamrick generations: being a genealogy of the Hamrick family, by Stephen Collis Jones. It was published in 1920.

"… The first General Assembly ever held in North Carolina—so authentic history states—was in Pasquotank County, North Carolina, near Nixonton, under a giant .oak tree, on the left hand side of the road. It is interesting to note that one of the by-laws of that Assembly admonished that "all members should wear shoes, if not stockings, during the sessions of the body, and they must refrain from throwing chicken and other bones under the tree."

ELIZABETH CITY, N. C.,


THE BELLE OF THE PASQUOTANK.


This story is taken from the Google book, Norfolk, the Marine Metropolis of Virginia and the Sound and River Cities of North Carolina, by Geo. L. Nowitzky, which was published in 1888. It is a fascinating snapshot of Elizabeth City, Pasquotank Co., NC at that time. The businesses listed at the end of the article provide a treasure for genealogists interested in this area.


England's virgin queen, the petted, petulant and piquant Elizabeth, never, in the very zenith of her remarkably prosperous reign, looked prouder upon her throne than does the active little city so well situated upon the Pasquotank river which bears her name; and the subjects of the stern queen never, even in the dark hours when the white sails of the Spanish armada were found hovering near the sunken rocks of Edystone, were more ready to defend her possessions than the sons and daughters of " Sweet Bessie," as the citizens fondly call their favored city, are to defend the good name of the queen of the Pasquotank.

It is alleged that about the time Tom Moore threw his slurs at Norfolk

A BRITON

concluded to seek rest for his body, and probably from his creditors, and selected this little city for his haven. The people, thinking him a gentleman of culture and refinement, extended him many courtesies and he was a welcome guest everywhere, but he abused their hospitality and the citizens soon found it out; for a magazine published in London found its way to Elizabeth City containing an article from the pen of this gentleman upon American Civilization, and claiming that that of the white American was not much, if any, in advance of the red. This changed their attitude towards him; their former generous hospitality gave way to a stiff reserve; in fact, Elizabeth City can actually lay claim to a "boycott" years before Mr. Boycott of Ireland furnished name for this process of getting rid of an objectionable person. They had so little to do with him that they literally froze him out, and so thoroughly convinced him that he was not wanted that when a brigantine dropped down the Pasquotank and upon her departure took with her (to the great delight of all the citizens) this unfortunate man from "perfidious Albion" the following oft-quoted lines, which proclaim to the world the marvelous jumping power of Pasquotank bull-frogs, were, it is said, first brought forth to reinforce the epigrammatic literature of the world:

" He came to the banks
Of the Pasquotank, Where the bull-frogs jump
From bank to bank."
Full of conceit
And pernicious ire, A scoundrel at heart,
An unmitigated liar.
When he left, the frogs
On both the banks Croaked themselves hoarse
In chanting their thanks.

For fear that some of my readers may think that I am manufacturing history, I wish to state that I have heard several versions as to the origin of the first verse appertaining to the frogs, which has become literally a household rhyme throughout the North State.

My authority for the others, as well as the distinguished and extinguished visitor from England, is based upon the following, which I consider reliable information: While in conversation with a number of planters in Elizabeth City one of them, the oldest in the party, quoted this well-known rhyme, and upon my asking him if he could possibly tell when he first heard it he answered in the negative, at the same time inviting me to take a seat in his buggy, and, as an inducement to take a ride, assured me that he would bring me to the house of a lady who knew all about its history. I could scarcely repress a smile at the idea of making a trip in quest of such information, and told him that I hardly thought its history of sufficient consequence to make such a special effort to find. But the old gentleman insisted and held out more inducements. He informed me that the old lady was a relative of his; that she was the possessor of a number of old relics, pictures and so on, some of them belonging to the Colonial period, and that she wanted some expert to judge their value, as she wished to dispose of them.

All philosophers agree, at least those who have agreed to give the subject any thought, that we are all more or less vain, and I presume I am no exception to this philosophic ruling. To be called an expert was very agreeable, and I evidently thought that the compliment should be rewarded for I took a seat in the buggy and in a short time after was introduced to a lady whose head was whitened by the frosts of seventy winters; from her I gleamed sufficient information to justify what I have said about the Englishman's visit to the Pasquotank; and as to the rhyme she informed me that when a child she had heard it often, and although she retained the first two lines she could only recall that one of the others in the next couplet wound up with the rather uncomplimentary but expressive word—liar, while the concluding lines insisted that even the bullfrogs held a jubilee at the unfortunate's departure. With this to guide me, I wrote the lines as printed above, and after repeating them to her she said that they were nearly the same as the original. I then bade her good-bye, first, however, informing her where I thought she could sell her relics, and faithfully promising her that should I get into a controversy appertaining to jumping frogs and sarcastic Englishmen I would not mention her name, as she said she was too old to engage in a newspaper war.

This shows that the citizens of Elizabeth City have inherited this love of town and home, and whenever occasion demands it this innate love comes to the front. The last time that they felt as if they had sufficient grievance for general resentment was during the stirring days known by the citizens as the

RAILROAD WAR.

The facts, as near as I can recall them, were as follows: When the Norfolk Southern Railroad was constructed only as far as Elizabeth City it bore the following modest title: The Norfolk and Elizabeth City Railroad; but after leaving the metropolis of the east side as a terminus, by continuing to Edenton, and thus finding herself increased in mileage and the two appendages which naturally follow—greater power and more usefulness—they concluded that they should be known by a stronger sounding name, the one selected being the present, which makes no mention of Elizabeth City. This provoked her citizens, and among them (far in the lead) was that stalwart champion of the sounds, or, as his friends fondly term him, "the great Democratic War-horse of Eastern Carolina"—Colonel Creecy, the editor of the Economist. So gallantly did he fight them in his excellent journal, and so thoroughly did the people appreciate his efforts, that they not only presented him with a gold-headed cane, but also gave his name to the prettiest park in the great North State.

The war is now happily over, for the railroad company, by furnishing a most excellent service and improving its magnificent water-front, has redeemed itself and once again has gone into favor with the Colonel and the other citizens.

The city is divided into two parts which appear as distinct and unlike as if there was a hundred miles of space between them. This difference may not be as perceptible to the citizen, but is so marked that it is noticed by nearly every traveler. The lower is known as


THE WATER

for the reason that it borders upon the river. Its leading streets are Water, Fearing and the lower end of Main. Water Street is the shortest of the three, but it contains the heaviest mercantile establishments and most durable business buildings in the city.

MAIN STREET

begins at the river front, and any one viewing the Pasquotank from its wharf, I care not how much he has traveled, unless he has well studied and mapped in his mind the geographical features of the city and its spacious water approach, is apt to think that he is overlooking some bay having immediate connection with an ocean instead of standing on the banks of a river. The street is a pretty blending of business houses and residences; it is broad and well shaded by lofty elms. From the river front for two blocks it is lined with solid, well constructed brick business houses, then the elms begin and the street loses its city-like appearance, looking more like the main thoroughfare of the staid seat of a wealthy agricultural county. The effect is very pleasing as the visitor walks under the shade of the monster trees past the stately court-house, magnificent residences surrounded with green lawns, and the hospitable looking hotel. This handsome avenue, as I have before noted, has many changes in its great length, but there are two things it does not lose: its generous width and gracious shade.

The older or upper part of the city gives every evidence of having once been the most important, and


ROAD STREET,

its main thoroughfare, in spite of a number of dilapidated buildings, still looks substantial, and is also a pleasant street to walk through and reflect upon the "ups and downs" in the history of a city's streets, for this thoroughfare, judging by the appearance of its buildings, must have been the centre of trade before Water street, with its many handsome store-houses, was thought of. The greatest relic left to show its former grandeur is

AN OLD BANK,

built in the ante-bellum days, its somber Tuscan colonnade supporting two platforms, one serving as a veranda for the .second and the other for the attic story, which is faced by a huge fire-wall evidently made to take the place of the missing pediment. The building has a very peculiar, lonesome appearance, and if situated in California would readily be taken for a Jesuit Mission church.

A ramble through the streets of the city convinced me that the Pasquotank beauty will compare favorably, in the appearance and substantial nature of her buildings, with any city in North Carolina. The business houses are nearly all of brick, with well-designed fronts. The residences, it is true, are mainly of more perishable material, but there are two of brick which deserve special mention. One of them is on Main street, nearly opposite the court-house, and is owned by the

EDITOR OF A NEWSPAPER.

I am satisfied a smile expressing incredibility will play on the visage of any journalist that may read this, and I do not know that it will entirely disappear when I say that this gentleman is also a successful practicing attorney; but I am quite sure that it will vanish like feathers before a cyclone when I say that he owns a valuable ferry franchise, which enables outside Pasquotankers to come to Elizabeth City without following the example set by the frogs and jumping across the river.

The other is a more modern study and is owned by a prominent member of the North Carolina Bar, who is also one of the gentlemen who comprise the shell-fish commission of the bivalve-margined coast of the great North State.

The churches are all neat and well-cared-for, but I am sorry to say that there are only two that are built of enduring material: one belongs to the Episcopal and the other to the Methodist denomination. A neat tower, finished with battlements, is the special feature of the former and a Doric porch of the latter.

By far the handsomest structure in the city is

THE COURT-HOUSE.

It stands in the centre of a beautiful lawn which occupies a large square and is well enclosed with a neat iron railing. The building is the leading architectural feature of both town and judicial district. In fact, in exterior effect and surroundings it can well be classed as the finest judicial building in the Commonwealth, and in interior embellishments it is only surpassed by one (New Bern). It is built of brick, heavily trimmed with granite. Four rustic, stone-faced piers stand out in full relief from the first story of the building and hold a substantial granite platform, from which spring four columns, which, unfortunately, are the great defect of the building, on account of being severely plain when they should be fluted to correspond with the capitals, which are Corinthian, thus giving the impression that the building committee had exhausted their funds before the edifice was completed. These columns support the pediment, which contains a large granite slab with the date of construction (1882), and from the roof rises a well-designed and substantial cupola, which contains a fine clock and bell, towering above all surroundings.
The Albemarle Hotel ranks among the largest hotel buildings in the State. Its imposing brick fronts, pierced by many windows, add much to the appearance of both Main and Broad streets.
Among the many attractions that Elizabeth City affords I found

THE FAIR GROUNDS,

which are well situated as well as very accessible, the main or grand entrance being a few feet from an improvised depot of the Norfolk Southern road. It has good buildings for exhibition purposes and ample stabling facilities, but its chief feature is its speeding track, which is rolled to such a nicety and kept in such perfect condition that it is criticized as being one of the "fastest" on the South Atlantic seaboard.
During a late visit to the city I concluded to take a drive to far-famed

CREECY PARK,

which I found contains about thirty acres of land and water, which nature has done a great deal for, and its primary attractions are being continually added to by well planned scenic, landscape and floral additions. It is well situated upon the banks of the majestic Pasquotank, which forms a most attractive and well sheltered harbor, and being a tidal stream it naturally affords every advantage for the location of bath-houses. A good depth of water a few feet out, reached by a well constructed wharf, gives superb facilities for the transportation of passengers brought by steam-boats and other craft.

Its present attractions are a great diversity in physical features with which nature first adorned it, and which consist of valley, glade and hill covered with an abundance of luxuriant grasses and shaded by thirty-two species of trees, and a remarkably well stocked fish-pond dotted with picturesque islands and bounded by cozy nooks and neat projecting headlands, while water-lilies dance on its mirrored surface, and rush and reed waft lazily with the breeze. Many birds, as if aware of the safety extended them by the land being posted, make the undergrowth their home and their cheery chirping, combined with the sighing of the trees and murmur of the waters, form a blending of pleasing sounds which it would be hard to duplicate.
Eizabeth City, in spite of the fact that the shores of the river do not abound in bluffs and other elevations, affords some beautiful scenery, and there is no better place to get a view of

THE BROAD PASQUOTANK

as it sweeps past its water-front than the doorway of the Falcon office. Being on the second floor, it has the proper elevation and the door acts as a frame, making it look like a magnificent painting by Raphael; that is, if Raphael had made the specialty of his life marine painting, and could imitate nature in her endless variety of color, the perpetual motion of the water and the glistening diamonds caused by the sun's reflection or the dimmer sparks for which the moon is responsible.

The deep basin of the ample harbor I could entirely overlook. To the left as well as the immediate front the shipping, although limited to steam-boats, schooners and sloops, was interesting, while to the right I could see busy factories and residences embowered in trees. A powerful marine glass, kindly lent me by a gentleman connected with the Falcon, reduced the ten miles of water to the fraction of one and showed me plainly the lonesome looking banks of the opposite shore, and revealed, to my surprise, a number of mills with large sweeping arms, taking advantage of the same wind that was propelling the many sail-boats through the intervening waters and forcing the smoke of an incoming revenue cutter to make a desperate endeavor to reach the sky.

THE MERCANTILE AND MANUFACTURING
INTERESTS OF ELIZABETH CITY.


Present population, nearly 4,000; railroad, Norfolk Southern; steamboat lines, Norfolk Southern and Old Dominion; manufacturing, lumber, cotton seed oil, twine, carriages, brick, etc. Other interests, cotton and fish.
The following is a list of the majority of the leading and reliable business houses of Elizabeth City on January 1st, 1888:

Commission, Cotton, Produce, &c.
K. R. Newbold.
Drugs, Seeds, Cigars, &c.
Dr. W. W. Griggs.
Dry Goods, Clothing, &c.
Jacob Salomonsky.
Furniture (Wholesale and Retail)
.C. W. Overman.
Groceries ( Wholesale and Retail)
.D. B. Bradford & Co. J. B. Flora.
Harrison & Nash, cor. Water and Fearing streets. J. P. Hughes, 29 and 30 Main street.
Groceries and Confectioneries.
C. W. Stevens, Main street, near Water.
C. A. Jackson, cor. Road and Fearing streets.
Hardware, Furniture, Windows and Doors.
John L. Sawyer.
Insurance.
George M. Scott.
Jeweler
. Louis Selig, Water street.
F. M. Cook.
Junk
. W. C. Glover, Fearing street.
Liquor (Wholesale and Retail)
. J. B. Brocket.
Livery and Sale Stables.
A. L. Jones. (See advertisement).
Manufacturers.
C. C. Allen, Press, Re-press and Fancy Cornice Bricks.
Fowler's Net and Twine Factory.
J. F. Sanders, Carriages, Buggies, Road Carts. (See advertisement).
Joseph Salomonsky, Ginger Ale, Soda and Mineral Waters. (See advertisement).
G. W. Bell, Gun and Locksmith, Dealer in Sporting Goods.
Currier, Burroughs & Co., Sails, Awnings and Flags.
H. O. Hill, Tinware, Roofing and Guttering. Fearing street.
R. Madrin, Cabinet Maker and Undertaker. J. W. T. Smith. Rubber Stamps and Painter.
Merchant Tailors.
Edward G. Schirmon, Fearing street. Maurice Wescott, Main street.
Milk and Dairy Products. C. B. Brothers, Road street.
Photographer.
H. Murphy, Road street
Sewing Machines.
C. M. Alderson, Fearing street.
Undertaker.
John H. Ziegler. (See advertisement).