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WHITE MARSH
MOLLOWING the Tidewater Trail from Gloucester
Court House for six miles southward over a hard
sand and shell road, one’s attention is arrested by
Ba) an imposing entrance which leads through a cano¬
4) (4) pied avenue of such magnificent oaks, that the mid¬
Sa] day sun tapestries the driveway with shadows.
These monarchs of Nature’s own planting guard the approach
to White Marsh for half a mile. One is impressed with the
majesty of the scene, and the silence unbroken except for the twitter
of birds. Here was once the playground of the Red Man, who
must have sighed at going, as did Boab-dil looking back once more
upon his beloved Alhambra.
The main entrance, to the left of the lawn, discloses a circular
driveway leading to the high-pillared house gleaming white against
its background of crepe myrtle and magnolia.
From the portico, another vista is seen through the lawn of
twenty acres, where leafy branches from the Orient lock arms
with those of the Occident in a brotherhood of blended beauty.
Forty-seven magnolia grandiflora, averaging twelve inches in
diameter, lend grandeur, winter and summer, to lawn and gardens.
Crepe myrtles, hoary with age, send their naked branches, capped
with feathery blossoms of white, lavender and rose, high among
the limbs of towering trees.
The bronze beech is here, the European horse chestnut, scarlet
hawthorne, English yew and walnut. The varnish tree, white and
black ash, sweet gum, elm, linden, tulip tree, locust, sycamore, and,
practically every species of oak, maple, and pine interlace their
branches over acres of greensward! It is marvelous how abundantly
the grass grows beneath so dense a shade.
Trees—mayjestic trees, everywhere!
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