talities, while Mr. James L. Frazer, of the South Carolina Regatta
Association, sent for the Maria Theresa, and placed it in charge of the
wharfinger of the Southern Wharf, where many ladies and gentlemen
visited it.

When I left the old city, a few days later, I blushed to think how I had
doubted these people, whose reputation for hospitality to strangers had
been world-wide for more than half a century.

While here I was the guest of Rev. G. R. Brackett, the well-loved pastor
of one of Charleston's churches. 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 CALIBOGUE 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.

[Illustration: From Bull's Bay, South Carolina, to St. Simon's Sound,
Georgia.

Route of Paper Canoe MARIA THERESA From Bull's Bay, N.C.
to St. Simon's Sound, Ga. Followed by N. H. Bishop in 1875
_Copyright, 1878 by Lee & Shepard_]

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. The genial
editor of the "News and Courier" promised to notify the people of my
departure, and have the citizens assembled to give me a South Carolina
adieu. To avoid this publicity,--so kindly meant,--I quietly left the
city from the south side on Friday, February 12th, and ascended the
Ashley to Wappoo Creek, on t