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rowed for that mysterious vessel; which was veiled and unveiled to my sight。  Never did so spectral an object haunt or thwart me。  It seemed to change its position on the water; as well as in the atmosphere; and I was too busily employed in trying to reach it to discover in the darkness that the current; which I could not  distinguish from smooth water; was whirling me down stream as fast as I would approach the weird vessel。

Drawing once more from the current; I  followed the marsh until the canoe was opposite the anchorage of a real ship; then; with hearty pulls; I shot around its stern; and shouted: 〃Ship ahoy!〃

No one answered the hail。 The vessel looked like a man…of…war; but not of American build。 Not a light gleamed from her ports; not a  footfall came from her decks。  She seemed to be deserted in the middle of the river; surrounded by a desolate waste of marshes。  The current gurgled and sucked about her run; as the  ebbtide washed her black hull on its way to the sea。 The spectacle seemed now even more  mysterious than when; mirage…like; it peered forth from a cloud of mist。  But it was real; and not fantastic。  Another hail; louder than the first; went forth into the night air; and penetrated to the ship's forecastle; for a sailor answered my call; and reported to the captain in the cabin the presence of a boat at the ship's side。

A quick; firm tread sounded upon the deck; then; with a light bound; a powerfully…built young man landed upon the high rail of the  vessel。  He peered down from his stately ship upon the little speck which floated upon the gurgling current; then; with a voice 〃filled with the fogs of the ocean;〃 he thundered forth; as though he were hailing a man…of…war: 〃What boat's that?〃

〃Paper canoe Maria Theresa;〃 I replied; in as foggy a voice as I could assume。

〃Where from; and where bound?〃 again roared the captain。

〃From Quebec; Canada; and bound to sleep on board your vessel; if I can ever get up there;〃 I politely responded; in a more subdued voice; for I soon discovered that nature had never  intended me for a fog…trumpet。

〃Ah; is it you?〃 cheerily responded the  captain; suddenly dispensing with all his fogginess; 〃I've been looking for you this long time。 Got a Charleston paper on board; your trip all in it。 Come up; and break a bottle of wine with me。〃

〃All hands〃 came from the forecastle; and Finland mates and Finland sailors; speaking both English and Russian; crowded to the rail to receive the paper canoe; which had first been described to them by English newspapers when the vessel lay in a British port; awaiting the charter…party which afterwards sent them to Bull River; South Carolina; for a load of phosphates。

The jolly crew lowered buntlines and  clewlines; to which I attached my boat's stores。 These were hoisted up the high sides of the ship; and; after bending on a line to the bow and stern rings of the canoe; I ascended by the  ladder; while Captain Johs。 Bergelund and his mates claimed the pleasure of landing the paper canoe on the deck of the Rurik。  The tiny shell looked very small as she rested on the broad; white decks of the emperor of Russia's old steam yacht; which bore the name of the founder of the Russian empire。  Though now a bark and not a steamer; though a freighter and not a royal yacht; the Rurik looked every inch a government vessel; for her young captain; with a sailor's pride; kept her in a thorough state of cleanliness and order。  We went to supper。 The captain; his mates; and the stranger  gathered around the board; while the generous sailor brought out his curious bottles and put them by the side of the still more curious dishes of food。

All my surroundings were those of the  country of the midnight sun; and I should have felt more bewildered than when in the fog I viewed and chased this spectral…looking ship; had not Captain Bergelund; in most excellent English; entertained me with a flow of conversation which put me at my ease。  He discoursed of Finland; where lakes covered the country from near Abo; its chief city; to the far north; where the summer days are 〃nearly all night long。〃

Painting in high colors the delights of his  native land; he begged me to visit it。  Finally; as midnight drew near; this genial sailor insisted upon putting me in his own comfortable  stateroom; while he slept upon a lounge in the cabin。

One mile above the Rurik's anchorage was the phosphate…mill of the Pacific Company; which was supplying Captain Bergelund; by lighters; with his freight of unground fertilizer。

The next morning I took leave of the Rurik; but; instead of descending the Bull River to the Coosaw; I determined to save time by crossing the peninsula between the two rivers by means of two short creeks which were connected at their sources by a very short canal near 〃the mines〃 of the Phosphate Company。  When I entered Horse Island Creek; at eleven o'clock; the tide was on the last of the ebb; and I sat in the canoe a long time awaiting the flood to float me up the wide ditch; which would conduct me to the creek that emptied into the Coosaw。 Upon the banks of the canal three hours were lost waiting for the tide to give me one foot of water; when I rowed into the second  watercourse; and late in the afternoon entered the wide Coosaw。  The two creeks and the connecting canal are called the Haulover Creek。

As I turned up the Coosaw; and skirted the now submerged marshes of its left bank; two dredging…machines were at work up the river raising the remains of the marine monsters of antiquity。  The strong wind and swashing seas being in my favor; the canoe soon arrived  opposite the spot of upland I had so longed to reach the previous night。

This was Chisolm's Landing; back of which were the phosphate  works of the Coosaw Mine Company。  The inspector of phosphates; Mr。 John Hunn; offered me the hospitality of Alligator Hall; where he and some of the  gentlemen employed by the company resided in bachelor retirement。  My host described a  mammal's tooth that weighed nearly fourteen pounds; which had been taken from a phosphate mine; it had been sent to a public room at Beaufort; South Carolina。  A fossil shark's tooth; weighing four and a half pounds; was also found; and a learned ichthyologist has asserted that the owner of this remarkable relic of the past must have been one hundred feet in length。

Beaufort was near at hand; and could be easily reached by entering Brickyard Creek; the  entrance of which was on the right bank of the Coosaw; nearly opposite Chisolm's Landing。  It was nearly six miles by this creek to Beaufort; and from that town to Port Royal Sound; by  following Beaufort River; was a distance of eleven miles。 The mouth of Beaufort River is only two miles from the sea。  Preferring to follow a more interior water route than the Beaufort one; the  canoe was rowed up the Coosaw five miles to Whale Branch; which is crossed by the Port Royal  railroad bridge。  Whale Branch; five miles in length; empties into Broad River; which I descended thirteen miles; to the lower end of Daw Island; on its right bank。  Here; in this region of marshy shores; the Chechessee River and the Broad River mingle their strong currents in Port Royal Sound。 It was dusk when the sound was entered from the extreme end of Daw Island; where it became necessary to cross immediately to Skull Creek; at Hilton Head Island; or go into camp for the night。

I looked down the sound six miles to the broad Atlantic; which was sending in clouds of mist on a fresh breeze。  I gazed across the mouth of the Chechessee; and the sound at the entrance of the port of refuge。  I desired to traverse nearly three miles of this rough water。  I would gladly have camped; hut the shore I was about to leave offered to submerge me with the next high water。  No friendly hammock of trees could be seen as I glided from the shadow of the high rushes of Daw Island。  Circumstances decided the point in debate; and I rowed rapidly into the sound。 The canoe had not gone half a mile when the Chechessee River opened fully to view; and a pretty little hammock; with two or three shanties beneath its trees; could be plainly seen on Daw's Island。

It was now too late to return and ascend the river to the hammock; for the sound was  disturbed by the freshening breeze from the sea blowing against the ebb…tide; which was increased in power by the outflowing flume of water from the wide Chechessee。  It required all the energy I possessed to keep the canoe from being  overrun by the swashy; sharp…pointed seas。  Once or twice I thought my last struggle for life had come; but a merciful Power gave me the strength and coolness that this trying ordeal required; and I somehow weathered the dangerous oyster reefs above Skull Creek; and landed at 〃Seabrook Plantation;〃 upon Hilton Head Island; near two or three old houses; one of which was being fitted up as a store by Mr。 Kleim; of the First New York Volunteers; who had lived on the island since 1861。  Mr。 Kleim took me to his bachelor quarters; where the wet cargo of the Maria  Theresa was dried by the kitchen fireplace。

The next day; February 18; I left Seabrook and followed Skull Creek to Mackay's Creek; and; passing the mouth of May River; entered Ca

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