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The Virginia Magazine of History and Biography, Vol. XI, No. 4 (Apr., 1904), page 385

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The Virginia Magazine of History and Biography

The Virginia Magazine of History and Biography, Vol. XI, No. 4 (Apr., 1904), page 385 [Click for larger image]The Virginia Magazine of History and Biography, Vol. XI, No. 4 (Apr., 1904), page 385

water, as the snow melt all at once through the great heat and the water could not run off. On Detember 20th, we passed from North Carolina to South Carolina. After having traveled about twelve miles we came to the wide ocean. It is inmpossible to travel on land, on account of the swamps. Travelers, therefore, pass over the sand of the beach at the time of low tide. They have to hurry to cover fifteen miles before the tide returns, or else they might lose their lives. When it is spring tide, whenever the moon is full, travelers must wait, for they cannot proceed on their journey. It is called Long Bay. As we did not feel confident that we could pass through before night set in, and were already tired, we stayed in an inn, which has been erected at this place. The name of the innkeeper is Dotz. On the following morning we were first taken across a small river, and then we passed along the sand. We had to wade through several rivers, which empty here into the ocean. After having traveled seven miles in this way, we came to a large stream. It had been described to us as very dangerous and so we found it to be, for towards the land there is a large swamp, and closer towards the water there is danger because of the strong waves. I thought, the Lord will help us through safely. An-other man traveled with us on horseback, but he did not venture to go first; we had to lead the way so that he might not risk his life. We passed through safely. We journeyed yet eight miles, then we came again on firm land. Here we refreshed ourselves, in a house along the road, with some potatoes and bread. After making twelve miles more we stayed over night in an English house. The name of the innkeeper is Mahary. He is a Free Mason. He told us much about his brethren. Among other things he related that three weeks ago a young German, Franz Leonhard, intended to travel from Georgia to Pennsylvania to visit his brother, who is a minister there (namely, Boehler). But he had become sick in his house and had died. He had only half a crown of money with him and two German books. The innkeeper offered to give them to me, as he could not read German. When I examined them, I found one to be a Moravian hymnbook and the other a small Halle bible, in which were

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