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set out for Port Saint Joe, which lies twenty-odd miles west of 
B b 
It is, consequently, devoid of oysters which abound in all the 
r bays, even in the adjacent ones. 
Befo ore we reached. Port Saint Joe, a town of recent establish- 
f 
yu was completely wipe in 1841 after a 
series of storms and epidemics of cholera, small-pox, etc. Today 
ot a chimney, wall, or plant of place remains he only 
bricks of a peculiar size and shape—probably imported—which 
were evidently laid around the bases of tree-trunks as was cus- 
tomary n o!d gardens 
Strange as it may seem, Saint Joseph’s was the southern ter- 
minus of the second railroad operated in America. It extended 
from Wewahitchka to the Gulf. The operation of this railroad 
cme ane —— but the road-bed is there, just as good as it 
any y' 
ae Saint Teor s, het was, our party was reinforced by Mrs. 
exist. This cemetery is in the midst of the pinewoods, an 
nearby, the ‘‘Chapman-honeysuckle,” as the Rhedodendron is 
locally called, is known to have been recently growing in abund- 
ance. However, thorough search failed to reveal it. Forest 
fires had perhaps exterminated it in this region. 
After continuing our search about two miles further north the 
object of our desire came into view, scattered here and there in 
the pinewoods 
Several cold spells during the late winter - a drought had 
worked to our advantage, and at a much later date ot the 
usual oe season, we found the shrub in full bloom 
Now, this b is not an Azalea, as the local aa name 
would sadicate, but it is a true Rhododendron, an evergreen 
