A DAY AT CHEE-HA. 



THE traveller in South Carolina,, who passes 

 along the road between the Ashepoo and Combahee 

 rivers will be struck by the appearance of two lofty 

 white columns, rising among the pines that skirt the 

 road. They are the only survivors of eight, which 

 supported,, in times anterior to our revolutionary 

 war, a sylvan temple,, erected by a gentleman,* who 

 to the higher qualities of a devoted patriot, united 

 the taste and liberality of the sportsman. The spot 

 was admirably chosen, being on the brow of a piney 

 ridge, which slopes away at a long gun-shot's length 

 into a thick swamp ; and many a deer has, we doubt 

 not, in times past, been shot from the temple when 

 it stood in its pride as we ourselves have struck 

 them from its ruins. From this ruin, stretching- 

 east wardly some twelve or fourteen miles, is a neck 

 of land, known from the Indian name of the small 

 river that waters and almost bisects it, as Chee-ha 

 or, as it is incorrectly written, Chy-haw ! It is now 



* Col. Barnard Elliott. 

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