Chapter 22 No.22

"I lay upon the headland heights, and listened

To the incessant moaning of the sea

In caverns under me,

And watched the waves that tossed,

And fled, and glistened;

Until the rolling meadows of amethyst

Melted away in mist."

My visit to Charleston combined little of eventful note, and this city is to well known as a seaport to r