. Virginia, the Old Dominion, as seen from its colonial waterway, the historic river James, whose every succeeding turn reveals country replete with monuments and scenes recalling the march of history and its figures from the days of Captain John Smith to the present time . se could be had of a relic ofold James Towne, the i-uined church tower,deep-set among the trees. Could our eyeshave pierced the water under us, we mighthave seen more of the ruins of the ancientvillage. For Gadabout was holding in quiteclose to shore where no vessel could have gonein James Towne days, as the place was thens
. Virginia, the Old Dominion, as seen from its colonial waterway, the historic river James, whose every succeeding turn reveals country replete with monuments and scenes recalling the march of history and its figures from the days of Captain John Smith to the present time . se could be had of a relic ofold James Towne, the i-uined church tower,deep-set among the trees. Could our eyeshave pierced the water under us, we mighthave seen more of the ruins of the ancientvillage. For Gadabout was holding in quiteclose to shore where no vessel could have gonein James Towne days, as the place was thensolid land and a part of the settlement. Now,that part lay buried at the bottom of theriver, and our boat was passing over it. Coasting around the end of the island, wecame upon a tree standing out in the watera hundred yards from shore. It was the fa-mous Lone Cypress, once growing on theisland, now spreading its green branches inthe midst of a watery waste — silently attest-ing the sacrifice of historic soil to the greedyriver. A little way beyond the tree was whatwe were seeking, the upper entrance into thewaterway behind the island. In the days of the old settlement, therewas no such entrance at this end; for herethe narrow istlmius extended across, connect- 38. A RUN AROUND JAMESTOWN ISLAND ing with the mainland. But the same resist-less wash of waves that had carried part ofJames Towne into the bed of the river, hadbroken down and submerged the istlimus too;and our chart showed that there was waterenough for our hoiuseboat to sail over wherethe colonists used to walk dry-shod. As to the obstruction we had seen indicatedon the chart, that proved to be the ruins ofan old bridge extending out from the main-land along the submerged isthmus. But theisland end of it had been carried away, andwe readily passed through the opening leftand got again into Back River behind theisland. Following this for a few hundredyards, we found ourselves at last beside thebridge we long had sou
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