The foundation of the colony was laid along the lines of fraternity.

The Carolinians met them at the threshold, and gave them refreshment

and substantial aid in laying out their city. The principal streets,

Bull, Whitaker, Drayton, St. Julian, and Bryan, were named for

prominent Carolina farmers who crossed the river with their servants

and helped the Georgians start life in the new world. The fact that

Carolina realized that she was building an outpost to protect her

against the Indians and Spanish does not detract from the cheerfulness

of this assistance. The early days of the enterprise were almost

Arcadian. Sir Robert Montgomery, who desired to erect an ideal

commonwealth upon this spot and call it “the Margravate of Azalia,”

could have conceived no more Utopian plan than that upon which the

colony actually commenced to grow. Land was divided into lots for each

freeholder under a strict agrarian law. The tracts were entailed,

preventing the estrangement of his holdings by an improvident man.

There was no chance for the rich to monopolize the country. The

landshark was unknown. Government bounty was prompt and liberal in

encouraging silk culture, and the seal of the colony contains the

altruistic motto, descriptive of the unselfish product of the silkworm,

_Non sibi, sed aliis_. The very land which Hernando De Soto and his

rapacious Spaniards had just ravished in their search for gold was now

claimed by these Christian socialists, who started the first work of

“benevolent assimilation” on this continent.

Eight years after the colony had been founded, a visitor to Savannah

described the progress made in a very clear way. Savannah was then

a mile and a quarter in circumference, situated upon a steep bluff

forty-five feet above the river. The houses were built of wood, Mr.

Oglethorpe’s being no finer than those of forty other freeholders.

Residences were good distances apart. To-day, Savannah is one of the

most closely constructed cities in the United States. Few houses

have gardens, and some of the streets present long rows of tenements

in maddening monotony. The squares designed by Oglethorpe for

market-places and assembly grounds are now good breathing-spots, which

serve in a measure to make up for the lack of private gardens. On one

of these squares stands the monument to General Nathanael Greene, of

Rhode Island, who, according to the historian, shared with Washington

the gratitude of the patriots of the Revolution. There are also shafts

to the memory of Sergeant William Jasper and Count Pulaski, who fell,

martyrs in the siege of Savannah, in 1779. The corner-stones of these

monuments were laid by no less a person than the Marquis de Lafayette.

[Illustration: THE JASPER MONUMENT.]

At the time of Mr. Francis Moore’s report there was a guardhouse along

the river where nineteen or twenty cannon were mounted, and continual

watch was kept by the freeholders. No lawyers were allowed to plead

for hire; no attorneys were licensed to make money; but, as in old

times in England, every man pleaded his own case. Where an orphan was

interested, or one could not speak for himself, there were persons “of

the best substance in town” appointed by the trustees to defend the

helpless, and that without fee or reward.

Silk culture was to be the principal industry of the young colony.

Italians were brought over from Piedmont to feed the worms and wind

the silk. Liberal bounty was given to encourage the Georgians. So

intent were the authorities upon this interest that they neglected the

cultivation of cotton, rice, indigo and more satisfactory crops. The

old filature was designed as a sort of normal school for instruction

in this art. This shed was built of rough boards, thirty-six feet long

and twenty feet wide, and had a loft, upon the flooring of which the

green cocoons were spread. Finally, the trustees, desiring to push this

industry, purchased the silk-balls from the growers and wound them at

their own expense. But all this outlay was for nothing. The Government

spent £1500 in machines, salaries, bounties and filatures, and raised

scarcely one thousand pounds of silk, and yet we are told that England

expected the experiment to realize five hundred thousand pounds and to

give employment to forty thousand people. To secure a high class of

skilful, self-reliant colonists, the trustees had barred out slavery

and rum. But the colony projected upon such lofty planes for some

reason did not prosper. The people clamored for slaves to cultivate

the rice fields, and for the West Indian traffic in sugar and rum to

build up their foreign trade. They fought the restricted land tenures;

in fine, they wanted to become plain, every-day colonists, like the

Carolinians and Virginians. They had been reinforced by the sturdy

Salzburgers, the canny Scots, the pious Moravians, and the thrifty

Hebrews, but still the humanitarian principles of the charter did not

insure them a thriving existence.

If silk culture failed, it is not a little remarkable that in the

ranks of this same people, one hundred years later, an invention was

perfected which gave rise to a new empire and enthroned as king the

best fibre of the field. The filature on St. Julian Street lost its

distinctive character, and became an assembly hall for the town meeting

and the militia muster; but upon the Savannah River, a few miles above

the city, Eli Whitney, the shrewd Connecticut contriver, worked out the

secret saws of the cotton-gin, and made Georgia and the whole South

opulent and powerful. The Piedmontese still spin their silk under their

own trees at home; but ten million bales of cotton annually whiten in

the suns and frosts, and to-day more than one million bales each year

are exported from Savannah alone. So two New England heroes, Nathanael

Greene and Eli Whitney, aided in protecting the people of Georgia from

a foreign foe and in building up their commercial supremacy.

No sketch of colonial Georgia is adequate which omits the name of

Tomochichi. This aged Creek was over ninety years old when he welcomed

Oglethorpe to his demesne. The loyalty of the venerable mico to his

white friends never faltered. He hailed them with all the grace and

amity of Montezuma, and guarded them against attacks from the tribes of

the interior. In his youth a great warrior, Tomochichi in the evening

of his life was noted for his wit, perception and generosity. When

he died, the colonists buried him with military honors in the public

square. Oglethorpe ordered a pyramid of stones to be erected over

his grave as a testimony of gratitude. It was only during the last

year that the Georgia Society of Colonial Dames of America caused a

granite boulder, rough-hewn from a Georgia quarry, to be placed in the

square where his remains are supposed to lie, commemorating his noble

character and heroic virtues.

[Illustration: THE BURIAL PLACE OF TOMOCHICHI.]

Hon. Walter G. Carlton, in speaking of the history of this city,

exclaimed:

“Beyond the clouds of furnace smoke and back of piers of cotton

bales arise the visions of old Savannah. What glories cluster about

her honored name! From out her past appears the noble form of him

who from the brilliant old world light and the gay splendor of the

English Court sought these untried shores, an exile in fair mercy’s

sake, and lent to the struggle of his fellow-men the strength of

that genius which sped his fame through all the fields of Europe;

and with him through the shadows of that far-off time comes a

dusky figure, a Christian who has never heard of God, a gentleman

into whose guiltless life had never come the influence of court or

fashion; brave with a conscience of honest aim; kindly with the

innate tendency of a noble nature; regal in that charity which loves

to give; a hero to whose virtues no tablet speaks; a Georgian in

whose memory no marble shaft lifts up its polished line; forgotten

of those he served; asleep in his nameless grave; but blessed be the

soil which has mingled with Tomochichi’s dust, the first of the great

Savannahians!”

On the original spot where the colonists established a house of worship

stands to-day the beautiful and classic proportions of Christ Church.

Here Wesley preached and Whitefield exhorted,--the most gifted and

erratic characters in the early settlement of Georgia. Wesley came

to the Georgia shores with a fervor amounting almost to religious

mysticism. He thought his mission was to Christianize the Indians.

No priest from Spain ever carried the Cross among the Aztecs and

Incas of Mexico and Peru with more zeal than the sanguine Wesley.

His career in Georgia was checkered and unfruitful. A man of great

ability and undoubted piety, he suspended his missionary work among the

Indians because he could not learn the language and never understood

their temperament. His ministry among the whites was marked by a

severity which made him unpopular. He seems to have been a martinet

in the pulpit,--as Colonel Jones calls him, “a _censor morum_ in the

community.” He became embroiled with his parishioners and left Savannah

between the suns. And yet Bishop Chandler of Georgia probably spoke

the words of truth from the pulpit of Wesley Monumental Church in

Savannah, in November, 1899, when he said that “no grander man ever

walked these historic streets than John Wesley.”

[Illustration: CHRIST CHURCH.]

[Illustration: OAKS AT BETHESDA ORPHANAGE, UNDER WHICH WHITEFIELD

PREACHED.]

George Whitefield was a preacher of such talent that Chesterfield

said he had never listened to so eloquent a man. Benjamin Franklin

regarded him as a model of logic and power. This good Oxford graduate

was actuated, like Oglethorpe, by the broadest benevolence when he

established an orphan home at Bethesda; but his zeal outran his slender

resources. He incurred heavy debts, mismanaged his laudable enterprise

until his spirit gave way under the discouraging situation. He died

in Newburyport, Massachusetts, while he was soliciting aid for his

cherished project. Whitefield desired to broaden the lines of his

Bethesda work, and to found a college for the Province of Georgia.

Had the colony given its revenues to such a plan as the people of

Massachusetts gave to the support of Harvard, Georgia might have

founded a great educational institution fifty years before Jefferson

started his work at Monticello, and a full century before Governor

Milledge established Franklin College in this State.

After twenty years, Georgia ceased to be a province under the trustees,

and became a colony under the King. As originally projected, the

enterprise was expensive. The great Oglethorpe returned to England and

spent his old age in peace. The trustees surrendered their charter, but

the old country had been good to the people. Ties with the motherland

were hard to break. This accounted for the fact that Georgia, the

youngest of the thirteen, was the last to sever her relations with

England and join in the Revolutionary movement. Her most prominent

men, James Habersham and Noble Jones, through their influence with

the Royalists and the popular Governor, Sir James Wright, held the

people down at least to a show of allegiance to the British Crown.

“It excites small wonder,” writes Col. Charles C. Jones, “that many

of the wealthiest and most influential citizens of Georgia should

have tenaciously clung to the fortunes of the Crown, and sincerely

deprecated all ideas of separation. Of all the American colonies, this

province had subsisted most generously upon royal bounty, and had been

the recipient of favors far beyond those extended to sister States.”

But if the old families were still faithful to England, there was one

spot where Republicanism was aflame. The parish of St. John had been

settled by New England people who had moved first to South Carolina

and then to Dorchester and Sunbury in Georgia. They were Puritans

with no sympathy for the Established Church or for the divine right of

kings. They loved liberty, and hated royalty. They were brave, resolute

and anxious to form a league against English oppression. Led by Dr.

Lyman Hall, a sturdy rice planter and prominent physician of Sunbury,

they responded with alacrity to the call from Boston. He went to the

Continental Congress in Philadelphia, May 13, 1775, and was admitted

to a seat as a delegate, not from the colony, but from the parish of

St. John. Until Georgia was fully represented Dr. Hall declined to vote

upon questions which were to be decided by the colonies. He, however,

participated in the debates, and predicted that the example shown by

his parish would soon be followed. A native of Connecticut, Dr. Hall

was a member of the Midway Congregation, where many patriots worshipped

liberty as a part of their religion. The rebel spirit of St. John, in

advance of the other parishes, received special recognition when the

Legislature afterwards conferred the name “Liberty County” upon this

section, where dwelt the descendants of New England people and the

Puritan independent sect.

[Illustration: GREAT SEAL OF GEORGIA IN COLONIAL DAYS.]

[Illustration: OLD FORT, WHERE POWDER MAGAZINE WAS SEIZED IN 1775.]

Dr. Hall’s prediction that the example of St. John’s would soon be

followed, was rapidly fulfilled. Events moved beyond the control of

the old Royalists. The elder Jones and the knightly Habersham about

this time passed away, and their impetuous young sons had already

made vigorous progress in the gathering struggle for independence.

The first liberty pole was elevated in Savannah, June 5, 1775. The

loyal men were even then celebrating the King’s birthday; but “the

Liberty Boys” spiked the cannon which were ready to be fired on this

royal anniversary, and rolled the dismantled guns to the bottom of

the bluff. About this time the powder magazine in the eastern part

of the city was seized and some of the ammunition shipped to Boston,

where it was used at the battle of Bunker Hill. In June, 1776, Major

Joseph Habersham, acting under the authority of the Council of Safety,

proceeded to the residence of the chief magistrate, General Wright. He

passed the sentinel at the door, and advancing to the Governor placed

his hand upon his shoulder and said, “Sir James, you are my prisoner.”

Georgia now plunged boldly into the Revolution. Her sufferings and

struggles, her prolonged captivity and final issuance from British

occupation in July, 1782, are familiar chapters of Revolutionary

history.

It is entirely creditable to James Edward Oglethorpe that he should

have refused to take control of the British armies against the American

people. The great soldier, who had fought under Prince Eugene of Savoy

and John of Argyle, declined to draw his sword to strike down the

young colonies he had done so much to build up. If England was his

mother, Georgia he considered his offspring. He had founded it and

protected it, and from the ramparts of Frederica had beaten back the

invading Spaniards at “Bloody Marsh.” He had sought no reward. The

highest philanthropy brought him to these shores to share the lot of

the emigrant. The friend of Hannah More, the companion of Pope, the

patron of Sothern, Dr. Johnson wished to write his life, and Edmund

Burke regarded him as the most extraordinary person of whom he had

ever read. There is no specific monument to Oglethorpe in Georgia. Why

should there be? A tablet in Cranham Church in England proclaims his

excellence; but here, in the language of Chas. C. Jones, “The Savannah

repeats to the Altamaha the stories of his virtues and his valor.”

[Illustration: GENERAL OGLETHORPE.]

Savannah during the Revolution recalls a story of blood and suffering.

If her people delayed in severing the bonds which united them to

the mother country, they struck promptly and boldly when the issue

came, and were zealous throughout their long period of captivity in

opposing the forces of his Majesty’s government. After the colonists

had seized the powder from the royal magazine, and had erected the

liberty pole on King George’s birthday, they went actively to work in

fortifying the city against the British troops. In February, 1776,

when the English war-ships and transports sailed up the river, they

were met by the patriots with a galling volley, and their fleet was

afterwards scattered by a fire-ship set adrift from the American shore,

communicating the flames to the British boats and sending their men and

sailors through the marshes in flight. On the 29th of December, 1778,

General Howe, the commander of the Americans, was defeated by Colonel

Campbell. The English and Hessian soldiers marched through a small

path in the swamp, and fell suddenly upon the flank and rear of the

Americans, consisting of but nine hundred men, while Colonel Campbell’s

forces, which had been landed at Tybee Island, numbered three thousand

five hundred. The remainder of General Howe’s army escaped into South

Carolina, and the British took possession of Savannah, which they held

for three years and a half. In October, 1779, a bloody battle was

fought at Savannah, but the British again triumphed over the allied

forces of the French and Americans. Count D’Estaing arrived off Tybee

with thirty-five ships and five thousand men. General Lachlan McIntosh

and Count Casimir Pulaski marched down from Augusta and formed a

junction with D’Estaing. The engagement took place at Spring Hill

redoubt, now the site of the Georgia Railway. Count D’Estaing was shot,

the noble Pulaski was killed, and the gallant Jasper, who endeavored

to plant the American flag upon the redoubt, fell mortally wounded.

Shortly afterwards, the French fleet sailed away, and the American

forces were left to harass the enemy from time to time. This was done

in splendid style by General Anthony Wayne, the Rough Rider of the

Revolution, who dashed into the British with his flying columns and

inflicted damage day by day. Finally, on the 11th of July, 1782, the

English surrendered to General Wayne, who entered the city and rescued

it from its long captivity. A memorial tablet, placed in position

at the old site of Tondee’s tavern, marks the spot where the early

patriots, braving violence abroad, and even derision at home, erected

their liberty pole, while the frowning battlements of a model bastion

commemorate the name of Pulaski.

[Illustration: COUNT CASIMIR PULASKI.]

At the siege of Savannah the city held only about four hundred houses

and less than one thousand people. George Washington, who visited

the city in 1790, writes in his diary that the place was “high and

sandy,” that the town was surrounded with “rich and luxuriant rice

fields,” that the harbor was “filled with square-rigged vessels,” and

that the chief trade was tobacco, indigo, hemp, lumber and cotton.

General Washington was received with every evidence of honor, and

the Chatham Artillery was by him presented with handsome guns. This

memorable organization, second only to the Ancient and Honorables, of

Hartford, fired a salute to George Washington, as they afterwards did

to Presidents Monroe, Arthur, Cleveland and McKinley upon their visits

to this city. The Chathams served in the Civil War and in the late

Spanish-American struggle.

The first steamship ever built in the United States was projected

and owned in this city. It was named the _Savannah_, and in April,

1819, sailed for Liverpool, completing the voyage across the sea in

twenty-two days. Off Cape Clear the _Savannah_ was signalled as a

vessel on fire, and a cutter was sent to Cork for her relief. Thus

Savannah perfected not only the cotton-gin, but steam navigation,

which revolutionized the industry and commerce of the world. Savannah

continued to prosper down to the period of the Civil War, having

completed the Georgia Central Railway, the longest and most important

line in the South and built up large foreign and domestic commerce at

her port.

[Illustration: FORT PULASKI.]

When the troubles leading up to the Civil War opened, Savannah did not

wait for the State of Georgia to secede, but, true to the traditions

of Revolutionary ancestry, seized Fort Pulaski on the 3d of January,

1861. The State convention, which framed a new constitution for

Georgia, assembled in Savannah on the 7th of March, and the flag

of the Confederacy was thrown to the breeze from the United States

Custom-House with a salute of seven guns, one for each State of the

young nation. The moving spirit of secession in Savannah, the “Mad

Anthony Wayne” of the State, was Francis S. Bartow, a young man

who, failing to receive permission from the State authorities to go

to Virginia, summoned his company and went without orders, sending

back in defiance the message to Governor Brown: “I go to illustrate

Georgia.” He was killed with several of his command at the first battle

of Manassas, so that Savannah received the baptism of blood at the

very beginning of the Civil War. In November, 1861, General Robert E.

Lee made his headquarters in Savannah and inspected its defences. He

pronounced Fort Pulaski impregnable, and said its walls, which were

seven and a half feet thick, would withstand the heaviest cannon. The

rifled guns of large calibre, however, had not then been tested, and

their penetrating power was unknown. As a matter of fact, the fort was

breached by Union batteries from Tybee Island in one day. On the 11th

of April, 1862, General Gillmore, who had constructed the fort for

the Government at a cost of $500,000, reduced it at a range of from

two thousand to three thousand five hundred yards. One remarkable fact

about the defence of Fort Pulaski was that the Confederates allowed

the Northern fleet to sail back of the fort through Wall’s Cut, and

interrupt communication with the city. It was through this identical

channel that the British reinforced their troops in 1779, the French

fleet failing to guard the narrow pass. In July, 1863, the Confederate

ironclad ship _Atlanta_, fitted out in Savannah, sailed for Warsaw

Sound to meet the monitors _Weehawken_ and _Nahant_. The _Atlanta_

ran aground, and was shot to pieces by her antagonists. On December

26, 1864, General Sherman’s army captured the city, eighty-six years,

almost to the day, after the British captured it from General Howe.

Savannah then contained about twenty thousand people. To-day it has

over sixty thousand, is the largest and busiest seaport on the South

Atlantic, ships more than a million bales of cotton a year, and handles

more than a million packages of naval stores. At Tybee Roads, where

Oglethorpe first anchored his good ship _Ann_; where the English

fleet halted before attacking the town; where D’Estaing moored his

French frigates and waited for the Americans to join him; where the

colonists captured the powder ship from the English, the first naval

engagement of the Revolution; where the sturdy Southern ironclad met

the invulnerable monitors of the Union, ships of every flag now ride

and rest. Not alone the little “square-rigged vessels” which Washington

saw, but big ocean steamships, of which the _Savannah_ was the pioneer,

now plow their way to foreign and domestic ports. The shipping of

Savannah exceeds that of all the South Atlantic and Gulf ports from

Baltimore to Mobile.

[Illustration: R. M. CHARLTON, POET, JURIST, U. S. SENATOR.]

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MOBILE

“THE GULF CITY”

BY PETER J. HAMILTON

Perhaps Mobile is the only American city which has seen five flags wave

as emblems of the peaceful rule of as many civilized powers. She has

been French, English, Spanish, American and Confederate by turn, and

her street names perpetuate her varied story. In the original Creole

limits, we find Dauphin and Royal, of the French era; Government,

St. Joseph, and Conception, of the Spanish; just without, come many

American names like Jackson, Franklin, Monroe, and Congress; and

the Mexican War produced Monterey; while Beauregard, Davis Avenue,

and Charleston Street, among others, point to Confederate times and

feelings. The Latin element is merged in the Teutonic, but it is still

shown by the narrow thoroughfares, in the character of the people,

and in some of their institutions and diversions. Steam, electricity,

sewers, waterworks, shell roads and handsome buildings have caused a

long and romantic history to be half forgotten. Let us recall its chief

events.

The region had a story even back of the European. Not only are Dauphine

Island and the Portersville coast at the mouth of the bay fringed with

banks of oyster-shell, but on the marsh islands of the Mobile delta,

and in the swamps adjoining, one often finds huge piles of clam-shells

and high mounds of earth. These sometimes contain human bones and

ornaments, and point to a large native population before the white man

came.

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