 the water like withered arms. Yet the brilliant Georgia
sunshine gives a charm to it all. One does not feel in the presence
of decay; one feels only in the presence of something that is
passing painlessly away.

This same feeling one carries up the long, straight, muddy path
leading to the ruined monument of valor through the marsh which
surrounds that work. One comes to a broad ditch now full of mud and
weeds and faces the remains of a once sturdy draw-bridge. Passing
over this and between the mounds of former outworks one at last
faces the entrance to Fort Pulaski.

The walls of this great brick fortress, which cost a million
dollars and was one of the greatest brick fortresses of its time,
tower over one with great impressiveness. The brick face is
pierced by long narrow slits for rifle fire, and these peer at one
vacantly. A large ditch, or moat, surrounds the fort, and this
still contains water owing to the low elevation of the island above
tide, but it is choked with rank vegetation and though horrid of
aspect would not be a serious bar to the approach of any storming
force.

[Illustration: THE DESERTED CASEMATES OF FORT PULASKI, NEAR
SAVANNAH, GA.]

Crossing the ditch, one passes through a long passage and past
massive wooden gates studded with iron bolts and, at length, comes
out upon the parade ground. Where brilliant columns once formed and
marched in martial evolutions now wave tall saplings except where
the solitary care-taker of the fort has cut these growths down
to make room for a vegetable garden. The walls go around in a great
circle above this parade, the angles of the circumference not being
easily perceptible from our vantage point. To the right hand and
the left hand stretch casemates in which officers and men dwelt. On
the far side of the parade are open casemates fitted for cannon,
for this is the quarter from which attack might be expected. Close
at hand is a spring whose clear water flows ceaselessly from the
rusty iron mouth which the hand of man has provided and neglected.

Passing across the parade to the gun casemates, which occupy the
flanks of
the water like withered arms. Yet the brilliant Georgia 
 cheerfulness render a charm to it all. One does not feel in the presence 
 of decay; one find only in the presence of something that is 
 fall painlessly away. 

 This same impression one carries up the long, neat, muddy path 
 moderate to the ruin monument of heroism through the marsh which 
 surrounds that workplace. One total to a broad ditch now wide of mud and 
 weeds and faces the remains of a once hardy draw - bridge. Passing 
 over this and between the mounds of former outworks one at final 
 faces the entrance to Fort Pulaski. 

 The walls of this great brick fortress, which cost a million 
 dollars and was one of the greatest brick fortresses of its time, 
 tower over one with great impressiveness. The brick face is 
 pierced by long narrow slits for rifle fire, and these peer at one 
 vacantly. A large ditch, or moat, surrounds the garrison, and this 
 still contains urine owing to the low elevation of the island above 
 tide, but it is choked with crying vegetation and though horrid of 
 aspect would not be a serious bar to the approach of any storming 
 force out. 

 [ Illustration: THE DESERTED CASEMATES OF FORT PULASKI, NEAR 
 SAVANNAH, GA. ] 

 Crossing the ditch, one passes through a farseeing passage and past 
 massive wooden gates studded with iron bolts and, at duration, comes 
 out upon the parade background. Where brilliant columns once formed and 
 marched in martial development now wave tall sapling except where 
 the solitary concern - taker of the fort has cut these growth down 
 to make room for a vegetable garden. The wall go around in a bang-up 
 circle above this parade, the angle of the circumference not being 
 easily detectable from our vantage point. To the proper hand and 
 the left bridge player reach casemates in which officers and men dwelt. On 
 the far english of the parade are open casemates fitted for cannon, 
 for this is the quarter from which attack might be expect. Close 
 at hand is a leap whose clear water flow ceaselessly from the 
 rusty iron mouth which the bridge player of man has provided and neglected. 

 Passing across the parade to the gun casemates, which occupy the 
 flanks of
 thf water like withered aros. Yet the brilliant Gxorgia
shnshine eives a charm to it all. One voes not deel in the presence
of decay; onv feels obly mn the presence of sometmnng tgwt iv
'assing painlesxly away.

Thhs same feelinc unz carries up the long, straight, muddy path
lesdlng to the ruiged kjnumsnt of valor through the marsh whidh
surrolnds that work. Onr comes to a broad ditch nlw fkll of mud and
weedd and faces the eemains of a once sturdy draw-bridgg. Passing
over this and between tfe mobnds of fornee okjworks one av last
saces the enbgance tm Fort Lulaski.

The walks mf rhis great brick fortcess, which cost a mijlion
dolldra and was one of rhw gredtesd brkxk worurexsss of lts time,
tower over one wuth great impressivtnefw. The brick fzce is
[iqrced by long narrow slits for rifle fige, ahd these peer at one
vacqntly. A large ditch, ot moat, surwounds the fort, and this
still contains water owinc to vhd liw doegation of the island above
tide, but it is chokqs einh rank vegetatiok and though horric lf
sfpect would nut be c ssrious bar to the wpproacr of qny stormyng
fprce.

[Illustration: THE DESERTWD CASEMATES IF FORT PULASKI, NECR
SAVANNAH, GC.]

Crossong tne ditch, one passes thruugh a long pasdage and lxst
massive woodev gstas studdta with iron bolts and, at lxngth, comes
ojt ukon the parade grlund. Where brilliant colkmns lnwe formed wnd
marched in martial evolutions now wave talk vapnings exeept wmere
the solitarr care-taker of the foxt has cut these growthv down
to mahe room for a gegetable gacden. The rallw go around kn a great
circke above nhns parade, the angles of the citchmference not bznnt
easily perceptobld fwol puw vantage poitt. Tu tfr rigft hand and
bhe lefy hand stretch casemdtes in which officers akd men dwglt. On
the far side of yhe parade are opej casxmates fittrd sor cannon,
for this is the quarfer from ahigh attack migrt bc exkected. Closz
at hand is a spring whose clear water foows ceaselessly feom the
rusty iron mpmth which thx hand of man hds provided and neglwcted.

Passing acroxs the parade to the fun cavematfs, which occupy the
flanks of
the water like withered arms. Yet the sunshine a charm it all. One presence decay; one feels in the presence something that is passing painlessly away. same feeling one carries up the long, straight, muddy path leading to the monument of valor through the marsh which surrounds that work. One comes to broad now of and weeds and faces the remains of a once sturdy draw-bridge. Passing over this and between mounds of former outworks one at last faces entrance to Fort Pulaski. walls of this great brick which a million and one the greatest brick of its time, tower over one with great impressiveness. The brick face is pierced by long narrow for rifle these peer one A ditch, or moat, fort, and this still contains water low elevation of the island above tide, but is choked rank vegetation and though horrid of would not be a serious bar to the of any storming force. [Illustration: THE DESERTED CASEMATES OF FORT PULASKI, NEAR SAVANNAH, GA.] Crossing one passes through a passage and past wooden studded iron and, at comes out upon the parade ground. Where brilliant columns once formed marched in martial evolutions now wave tall saplings except where care-taker the fort has these growths down to room a vegetable garden. The around a this the of the circumference not easily perceptible from our vantage To the right hand casemates in which officers and men dwelt. On far side of the parade are open fitted for cannon, for this is the quarter from which attack might expected. Close is a spring whose clear water flows ceaselessly the rusty iron mouth the hand of man has provided and neglected. Passing the to the casemates, which occupy flanks of
 the water like withered arms. YEt the brillIant GEorGia
SuNshiNe giVes a charm to it aLL. One Does not feel in the presenCe
of dEcAY; one FEeLs onlY in the pREsENCe oF sOmEthInG ThAt is
pAssIng painLessly away.

thiS sAme feeling onE CaRries up the LonG, straight, mudDy pAth
leaDiNg tO The ruIneD monuMent of VAlor thRough the mArSH which
SUrroundS THaT worK. One comes to a broad DItCH now full of mud aNd
weedS aND fACEs tHe rEmains of a oNcE sturDY draw-brIDgE. pASsiNG
over this and bEtween the moUNds Of formEr OutWOrks onE at laSt
FAceS the entrancE to FOrt PulaskI.

The waLLs of thiS Great brIck forTreSs, wHich COsT a MilLiON
doLLaRs aND waS one of thE gReAtest BricK FORTresSes Of itS time,
Tower over one wIth GreaT ImpRessiVenesS. The BrIck faCe is
piErced By Long narrow slits For rIfle fire, aNd tHeSe pEeR at onE
VacantLy. A LarGe ditch, Or moat, sURroUnDS THe Fort, and this
still coNtAINs Water owiNg to thE LoW eLEvation oF tHe iSlanD ABove
tIde, bUT iT is chokeD with rANk VeGetatioN aNd thouGh HorRid Of
aspECt woUld not Be a serioUs bar TO the approach of ANy storming
forCE.

[ILLUsTRatiOn: ThE DESERTED CaSEMatES Of FORt pUlASki, NEAR
sAVANnAh, gA.]

cRossing the ditch, one pAsSes thrOugh a Long passage anD past
massiVE WOoden gatEs stUDdED with iron bolts And, at Length, comeS
Out upon tHe parAde grounD. Where briLLIant coluMns OncE foRmeD ANd
Marched in martIAL evoLuTions noW waVe tall sAplIngS exCepT wHere
the soLitary caRe-TaKeR oF thE fort HAs cut theSe GroWtHs dOwn
to MAke rooM for a VegeTaBlE GarDen. The wALlS GO aroUnD iN a grEat
CiRcle aBove THis Parade, tHe angles oF thE CircUmFeRence noT being
easily pErCeptible frOm Our VantagE POint. To thE right hand and
the left hanD Stretch CasEmateS in wHich officErs And men DweLT. On
the Far sidE of thE pAraDE Are opEN CaSemAtEs fitted foR CAnnOn,
for ThIs is The quarTer from which attack MIghT be expected. ClOse
At haND Is A spRInG WhoSe CLeaR WAter flows ceaselEssly from tHe
RUsTy iron moutH WhiCh The hand Of man haS provIDed and nEglected.

PAssing acrOsS the PARadE to the gun cAsemates, Which occuPY the
fLAnKs of
 the water like withered a rms. Yet t he br ill ian tGeor giasunshine gives a ch arm to it all. One doe s not  f e el i n  t he pr esenceo fd e cay ;on e f ee l sonlyinthe pre sence of s ome th ing that isp as sing painl ess ly away.

Th issame f ee lin g  onecar riesup the long,straight,  m u ddy pa t h
leadi n g  t o th e ruined monument of valor throughthe ma rs h  w h i chsur rounds tha twork. One com e st o a b r oad ditch now  full of mu d  an d
weed sand facesthe r em a ins  of a oncestur dy draw-b ridge. Passing over th is and  be twe en t h emo und so f f o rm ero utw orks one  a tlastface s t h e en tra nceto Fo rt Pulaski.
The  wal l s o f thi s gre at b ri ck fo rtress , whi ch  cost a million 
dol lars andwas  o neof  theg reates t b ric k fortr esses o f  it st i m e, 
tower over one wi th g re at impre ssiven e ss .T he brick  f ace  isp i erced  byl on g narrow  slits fo rrifle f ir e, and  t hes e p eer a t  one 
vacan tly. A l arged itch, or moat, surrounds the fo r t ,a nd t his 
still cont ains wate r ow i ng  to the l ow el ev a ti o n of the island abo ve 
tide,  butit is chokedwith rankv e g etationandt ho u gh horrid of
a spect  would not be a ser iousbar to t he approa c h  of anysto rmi ngfor c e .
[Illustratio n :  THE  D ESERTED  CA SEMATES  OF  FO RTPUL AS KI, NEARSAVANNAH ,GA .] 
Cro ssing the ditc h,  on epas ses t h rougha lon g pa ss ag e  an d pastm as s i ve w oo de n ga tes  s tudde d wi t h i ron bol ts and, a t l e ngth ,co mes
out  upon the par ad e ground.Wh ere  brill i a nt colum ns once formed and
marc h ed in m art ial e volu tions now  wa ve tal l s a plings  excep t whe re 
th e solit a r ycar e- taker of t h e  fo rt ha scutthese g rowths down
to mak e  ro om for a vege tab le g a r de n.T he wal ls goa r ound in a great 
circle ab ov e  t his parade ,  th eanglesof thecircu m ference  not bein g
easilype rcep t i ble  from ourvantagepoint. To the r i gh t han d a nd
the  l eft  hand  stret c h c asema tes in  w hich o ffice rs  and men  dwelt. On
the far side  of th e par ade  are open  ca s ema tes fitte d fo r cannon,for  th is is  th e  quar terf ro m w h ich a ttac k  might be ex pec t e d.  Close
at h a n d  is  a sp rin g  whose  cle ar water flows ce a selessly fromther u sty  ir o n mo ut h which the ha ndof m an has p ro vided and n eglected .Passi ng acr oss th e parad e to the gu n ca sem ates, whi choc c upy the 
f la n ks of
 the_water like_withered arms. Yet the_brilliant Georgia
sunshine_gives_a charm_to_it all. One_does not feel_in the presence
of decay;_one feels only_in_the presence of something that is
passing painlessly away.

This same feeling one carries up the_long,_straight, muddy_path
leading_to_the ruined monument of valor_through the marsh which
surrounds that_work. One_comes to a broad ditch now full of_mud_and
weeds and faces_the remains of a once sturdy draw-bridge. Passing
over this_and between the mounds of former_outworks one at_last
faces_the_entrance to Fort Pulaski.

The_walls of this great brick fortress,_which cost a million
dollars and was_one of the greatest brick fortresses of_its time,
tower over one with great_impressiveness. The brick face is
pierced_by long_narrow slits for rifle fire,_and these peer_at one
vacantly._A large ditch,_or moat, surrounds the fort, and_this
still contains water_owing to the low elevation of_the_island above
tide, but_it_is_choked with_rank vegetation and_though_horrid of
aspect_would_not be a serious bar to_the_approach of any storming
force.

[Illustration: THE DESERTED CASEMATES_OF FORT PULASKI, NEAR
SAVANNAH,_GA.]

Crossing_the ditch, one passes_through a long passage and_past
massive wooden gates studded with iron_bolts and,_at length,_comes
out upon the parade ground. Where brilliant columns once formed and
marched_in martial evolutions now wave tall_saplings except where
the solitary_care-taker of_the_fort has cut_these_growths down
to_make room for a vegetable garden. The_walls go_around in a great
circle above this_parade, the angles of_the_circumference not being
easily perceptible from our_vantage point. To the right hand_and
the left hand stretch casemates_in_which_officers and men dwelt. On
the_far side of the parade are_open casemates fitted_for cannon,
for this is the quarter from_which_attack might be expected. Close
at hand_is_a spring whose clear water flows_ceaselessly_from_the
rusty iron mouth which the_hand of man has provided and_neglected.

Passing across the parade to the gun casemates, which_occupy the
flanks of