For two blocks wo moved along evenly, al
most gracefully. Thon wo approached tho
canal. This formed what ia culled here the
current, ami a swift current it Is. Nothing could
stem it. My two sailors headed my yacht up
stream rind struck the current. Into it we
went, liken quartorhor.se, and down tlie stream
we glided, so fast that my head began to swim.
“Just bo steady, boss,” said one of the sail
ors, “and we will get through, I hope.”
1 sat steady; the mon pulled steady, and a
mile down tho stream we came out of tho cur
rent. Tho water was here twelve to fiftocn
feot deep, and through a residence yard wernn
into Jackson, tho cotton at on no of the city.
Hero the boat encountered another current,
but the muscular sailors overcame it, and wo
finally floated up to the Chronicle otlico.
Colonel I’at \\ alsh, the well-known editor,
was standing at tho Broad street entrance kneo
deep In water Beside him stood Ed Hook,
the city editor, incased in n full suit of tub
ber. Both gentlemen were smiling, and
Colonel Walsh stepped forward, saying:
“I knew Tur C<.v-. u;v i ion would send
Route ono up to see this flood, and 1 have pre
pared a card tor you. Here it is:”
Editors I'oneUtiuion. Atlanta, (>a.: Augusta has
been wet fur the lasi I rty eight bouts, but she will
come up dry airl sinlllng tomorrow morning. Tfie
exposition wilt take place according to uuuoutice
meat. (Stgu.'d) I'.vnm■» Walsh.
