Evening Star Newspaper, February 22, 1925, Page 61

THE SUNDAY KTAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., FEBRUARY 22, 1925—PART 5 Rambler Studies History of Farm 0ld Grog and the Ear of Jenkins Where First President Was Born| Made Some Mount Vernon History Origin and Significance of Name “Wakefield” Have Not Been Disclosed by Those Who Forgotten Tale of Three Potomac River Boys Who Had Adventures on the Spanish Main Reveals Origin of Name Given to the Home of Washington Have Left Records of the Family and Neighbors of Washington HIS Sunday goming on Febru- ary 22, the Rambler thought he might write a piece on Wakefield, the farm on which George Washington was born. Little new is to be said on the sub- Ject. Nearly all the facts have beer written and recited. A few men have gone to the farm and the land records and have written the results of their vork and many men have written “articles” and spoken lcctures with- ,out having had the pleasure of vis- iting the Washington lands or the labor of rummaging in courthouse ‘Their only exertion has been in tak- ing a street car to the Public Li- brary. Origin and significance of the name *Wakefleld” are cbscure—a common way of saying that a thing is not known. It is always written that George Washington was born at Wakefleld, Va., February 22, 1732, eorge Washington never knew his birthplace as “Wakefield.” In his life and in the time of all the Washing- tons before him, the place was called “the farm on Pope's Creek,” “the Pope's Creek Farm” or the “farm at Bridge's Creek.’ George . Washington wrote in his dfary that in 1768 he visited the lands brought to him by his marriage with | Mrs. Martha Dandridge-Custis, that he then visited brother, John A, Washington, at Nominy: the widow of his brother Augustine, at Pope Creek, and his brother Samuel, Chotank, in King George County Neither in the diary nor in any other writings _does (eorge Washington mention Wakefleld It ig believed that the name Wake- fleld was given to the farm on Pope's Creek by W m Augus ington, son of Augustine Washington Wwho was George's ol brother, and | - who inherited the Pope's Creek from Augustine Wash om father. Vain effort has | fine why William Augustine Wash ington, at a considerable time after| the death) of George Washington, found there was no connection q:»w\\w‘n him and the Wakefield amily, and no connection between the Washingtons and Wakefield, | because of the burning of the house |least for facts, that the Rambler has the heart to rebuke him taking the following from England e supposition is that he read “The Vicar of Wake fleld,” or some story in which Wake- | the fa Augustine field, the Yorks city; Edweard Gil- | bert Wakefield glish statesman, | or Gilbert Wakefield, English clergy- | man, figured. If anybody knows why | William Augustine Washington call- ed the Pope’s Creck farm Wakefield instead of Broad Acres, Between-the- Creeks, River View or Beauvoir, that body has not mentioned it to th Rambler, and he is not going to guess his head off about the matter. O fragment of the house in whic Washington was born marks it site. No drawing of the house is known to have been made and most likely none ever was made. ‘“Pic- tures” of the house have been pub- | lished, but these were drawn from verbal descriptions of the house and from examples of plain wooden Vir- ginla farmhouses of the period of 1732 and earlier and later. The description from which most of the pictures” of Washington's birth- | house have been drawn is that writ- ten by Washington Irving about 1852 Washington Irv knew George | Washington Parke Custis of Arling- ton, and probably zot the house description from him, who perhaps had it from some one who saw the | house before it was burned. The | date of its burning has not been preserved | Here Washington Trving's des- | cription of the house: “Géorge, | subject of this sketch, was born the | 22nd of February (11 February old | | style). 1732, in the homestead on Bridges Creek. . This house com- manded a view over many miles of the Potomac and the opposite shore HENRY WASHINGTON, SON OF LAWRENCE WASHINGTON, WATERING HIS HORSES. PHOTOGRAPH MADE IN 1910. Washington. mera and two dozen plates. Washington nce then he has made many trips through that country, and during the automobiles have burning of is one theory . | Washington’ named the place Wakefield. So far as| roads made. Creek farm to that on th®Rappahan- Fredericksburg, about 3 years old, it was writers have Star, if not for inspiration at WIRT'S WHARF ON M l]l)Ui CREEK, WESTMORELAND COUNTY. PHOTOGRAPH MADE IN 19041 Another | not ssion of William Washington, built a big brick house ay down Capt. Barker of ield and The Star man had a long chummy chat, and the captain Creek | said: T was born on a farm adjoining Washington-Wakefield property 65 years ago. As a boy T used to play about what was left of the old house. through | There was an old apple orchard near | ful readers. still standing, [ the Wak house, because of the loss of the older These are theories. not known Rambler's first you tea and toast? When the chimney was pulled down the Custis marker was broken, and the pleces were thrown into a clump of bushes. T suppose those pleces have sunk in the ground The Rambler has pleasant memorles of Cap'n Barker. George Guest was r of the Wakefleld then, and on (Billy, T believe it was) pre- sided in a littie room full of conviv- lality and glassware, which let us call the gentlemen's refreshment room Over the door was a word of three letters, the first of which was B, the third “R,” and the middle letter was the first of the alphabet. 1 will not write the word, because it might offend some readers. Use your im- agination The Rambler would have gone this Winter to get you new pictures and a new story about Uncle Lal, now $3 vears old; Agnes Wirt Washington, whose age is no concern of my read- ers; Paul Kester, and all the other good and kind old friends in Wash ington-Land. but when the Rambler got the notion to write a Washing ton birthday story for Washington's| birthday it was in that spell of weather when the streets were ice and slush and the country roads were —well, ‘'you know what they were. I/ would have gone on the ramble any how, but this is how it happened Rain and sleet everywhere; the outlook _fierce. “My dear,” 1 said, soothingly, “I have an important en- gagement today. And_ she answered, sort of firm- Ifke, “Who, and where “Dear, I am going to Oak Grove, then down on Church Point, over to the monument on Popes Creek, and I can get back to the county road somewhere near Potomac Mills, “Sounds as though it might be In the country?” es, dear, somewhat.” “Put this steamer-rug around your Kknees, light your pipe and drink this hot toddy. Don’t you know that 11 eminent specialists, each one in need of a new automobile, are sitting at thelr phones hoping for a hurry call to this house? Haven't we sent you to sanitarfums and hospitals so ex- pensive and exclusive that the doctors would make you take off your night- shirt and put on a dress suit and white tie before the nurse would give ‘But, my dear, there are my faith- BY DONALD ALEXANDER. ROG and the ear of Jenkins! Curious, cryptic phrase. Strange that in such appar- ently silly and meaningless words there should be wrapped up a tale of events that once rocked the world, including many peaceful plantations on the old Poto- mac. Stranger still that they could possibly have any connection with the lovely river home of George Washington and its euphonlous name, Mount Vernon. If it should be asserted, just so— suddenly and without explanation— that the name of Mount Vernon, the shrine to which the thoughts of all Americans are reverently turning to- day, 18 intimately related to the first word In this mysterious formula, and that the name Is on every one's lips today as the direct result of a chain of events that began with the afore- sald gentleman's ear, there would be ample excuse for incredulity. There might even be excuse for righteous indignation. So, as both of these statements are presented as facts, the explanation had better follow rapidly, if such un- fortunate consequences are to be avoided. The home of George Washington, whose birthday is celebrated “today in the city that bears his name, would hardiy have been called Mount Vernon except for the fact that a very angry and thoroughly unrea- sonable Spanish sea captain rudely | sliced off Jenkins' ear with his sword. That happened on the hounding Span- fsh Main just one hundred and ninety- four years ago this Spring. As for that potent and—in America—unlaw- ful sallor's beverage of rum and water, its expressive name of Erog is derived from exactly the same source as the name of Mount Vernon. They were named for the same man— a man who had two names, one a proper one and the other a term of affectionate regard. He was the man who mounted to greatest prominence in the midst of the excitement that followed the unceremonious amputa- tion of that historic ear. These are historic curfosities—not mere pleasantries—for which my friend, the Historian of the Potomac, who spends his time delving Into the cobwebbed byways of the past, will fully vouch. Any skeptical person, who will take the trouble to follow him in his labyrinthine literary wan- derings, can find them out for him- self. s * % K % JEXKINS' ear stirred up a mighty fuss in the world. It was not only the ear itself, but what hap- pened to it and what it stood for. It was the symbol of a national anger that grew hotter and hotter, until after seven years, It boiled over and made a terrible mess of things on | both sides of the Atiantic Ocean. The excitement over the German repara- tions agreement and the New Jersey rum scandal in our day cannot com- pare with it. Well dried and wrapped carefully in cotton, the famous ear was carried in the capacious pocket of Jenkins' sea- man’'s jacket for all that time, be- fore it finally succeeded in creating were in his trousers pockets, for the early morning air was chill “Are you Mr. George Washington? the traveler asked “Yes, sur, that's my name.” “What relation are you to George Washington, first of Wakefleld and | then of Mount Vernon “Indeed, sur, I don't know just what the relationship is, but Mr. Wilson, who lives at Wakefleld, has it all fig- ured out and he'll tell you.” Here was a kinsman of the Father of His Country and living on the old Washington lands who had not paus- ed long enough in life's struggle to acquaint himself with the degree of kinskip, and yet there are persons who say Virginfans talk pedigree in their sleep. Then Mr. Washington sald: “The farm fsn't looking so well now. You can't get the hands to work it. I've got a lot of potatoes in the ground that F've been trying for a week to get dug and very like- 1y the frost will catch them before T can get them out. Wages are so high and the hands won't work.” (Ten years before the war). Then Mr. George Washington changed the sub- Ject ‘Won't you come in and have break- fast Well, to a city man who had been trudging along a strange road in cold night and dawn this invitation was alluring. At table was Mrs. George Washington, who was Miss Agnes Wirt, granddaughter of Wil- liam Wirt, Attorney General in An- drew Jackson's cabinet, and one of American’'s distinguished lawyers and statesmen. She was a comely ma- tron, and was more eager that The Star man take more coffee, more corn muffins, more homemade sausage apd more homemade butter than in giv- ing information about kinship to the great Washington and the great Wirt. Another at the table was Miss Frances Washington, daughter of Robert J. Washington of Cambellton in that neighborhood. Miss Wash- ington is a great-great-grandniece of the Father of His Country. Few {in those parts call her Frances. She is “Miss Fanny Her breakfast dress was a neatly cut and dainty garment of white-dotted black lawn, with white shoulder straps crossed. She could not _quite rid herself of sus- picion toward a disheveled stranger who had dropped in at daybreak from “CARRY THAT TO YOUR KING AND TELL HIM OF IT!” international crisis aid finally emerge shook two contir two great bereavement Maryland and Virginia, and it threatened course of history Strange that the person nts; it badly who gave non should now by all but historical gent forgotten | lemen, while | separation of in those far. semi-buccanee: the irate, sword ptain know winging Spanish sea he was doing for Londoners pers during the that Capt. Robert Jenkins | the good ship turned to port after the most ling adventures All the details of the early summer of 1 previous Winter and took on a cargo of sugar at Ja- Leaving that island on April 5, Capt. Jenkins ran into two weeks of indifferent winds, and on April 20 | was found loitering around | trance to the Gulf of Mexico, between Florida and from the Spanish found there, if you please, by a ves- sel of the Spanish Coast Guard. Spaniards had sidered the tropic apd the semi-tropic seas thelr own, land did not recognize the claim, buf still she was trying not to be nas at least not yet. kins’ nearness to Havana looked sus- picious to the Spanish captain. overhauled and boarded the inoffen- sive Rebecca. “Scoundrel! prised Capt of Havana— shouted he to the sur- “What do you mean by running contraband goods in Know vou not that Eng- lishmen are not allowed to trade with Spanish ports hereabouts “I carry only sugar from Jamaica,” retorted Jenkins, trying to hold Mis English tempe said the Spaniard, with a I'll search your your cargo of hides and logwood and filled with Spanish pieces of eight.” search, very roughly. But nothing but sugar could he find, angrier than ever. Jenkins up to the own ship, with a rope jiggled him up great Spanish oath. And he did which made he strung Capt yardarm of hi around his and down three times. had not been the noose closed and made an end of Jenkins, even tied the Re- becca’s cabin boy to Jenkins’ feet to make him heavier. “His Britannic Majesty King George TI shall hear of this, between hoistings, English oath fully the Spaniard’s. and refused to ear and all. spluttered Jen- terrible as HEREUPON the Spanish officer of slashed furi- ously at Jenkins’ ear, yanked it com- pletely off and threw very red face. “Carry that to vour king and tell him of it said he. the coast in Jenkins' The whole affair was immortalized later by the poet Pope in the lines: “The Spaniards own they did a witty thing, Who cropt our ears and sent them to the king.” Off went ihe Spanish Guarda Costa, taking Jenkins' quadrants, sextants, tallow and Britlsh goods worth 112 British pounds sterling—apparently everything but the sugar and the ear of Jenkins. Jenkins picked up his ear and put it in his pocket. Of that there is plenty of evidence in the events that followed. After much roundabout sailing | without quadrants or sextants, the Rebecca got back to London, where immediately there was a great growl- ing along the water front and in the coffee houses. The English news- papers from June 23 to June 27 are full of it. Then on Thursday, June 28, 1731, Capt. Jenkins and employers betook themselves to Hampton Court and formally reported the matter to the government, with the ear, all wrapped in cotton, as Exhibit A But the government did not want to fight the Spaniards just then, there being something about a treaty that Jenkins did not appreclate. So the delegation was put off with words of sympathy and a promise to do some- thing some time. The English people are slow even about getting angry. But they know thelr rights, and in the end they usually have asserted them. The ear of Jenkins was visible evidence of the sort of Spanish arrogance that kept up more or 1 during the next seven years. Finally, In the Spring of 1738, the English people could hold in no longer. They grew furious. A superheated debate over the ‘das- tardly acts” of the Spaniards broke out in Parliament. Du.ring this long stewing period, Jenkins had been traveling up and down the high seas, doubtless drink- lng_ the usual amount of rum and eating the usual quantity of sea junk, but always preserving his severed ear—in cotton. It must have been thoroughly dried by then. History does not tell whether he used any preservative to cure it. Anyhow, he turned up in London at the critical moment, ear and all, and was prompt- 1y summoned to/appear before a com- mittee of the House of Commons and Swear to everything that happened seven vears before at the entrance to the Gulf of Mexico. In response to the summons he testified on April Fools' day, 1738, presumably produc- ing Exhibit A, in cotton. Although Sir Robert Walpole, min- ister of King George I, still did not want war with Spain, he ylelded to popular clamor as was his habit. There was some delay, more excite- ment, a few actions by privateers, and finally in 1739 the war got going as a real war should. ok OW there was at that time in the English Navy an admiral who loved to wear an old grogram boat coat, or, some say, breeches—and who was in consequence affectionately nicknamed by his sailormen, “Old Grog.” He became famous also for another thing, which, although it did not destroy his popularity with his crews, certainly put it to a severe test. He was the first man ever to introduce upon an English man-of- war the custom of serving out rege ularly to the seamen rum diluted with an equal quantity of water. It had always been straight rum until then This new health measure at lengzd became an established thing in the British Navy, and some officers even went 50 far as to dole out three-wa- ter rum. The saflors, in their sailor- like way, extended name of the inventor to the invention. The daily allowance of half-and-half henceforth become “grog—a name which h stuck ever since, and which is re sponsible for a whole series of words in our modern dictionaries fro groggery to grog-blossom Old Grog—beg pardon, Admiral ¥ ward Vernon—was one of your politi- cal admirals. He got himself elected to Parldament and made ot o fiery spewches againac Yne Spaniards, urging war and declaring that he could take Porto Bello, on the Isth- mus of Darien, with six ships. What is more, the heroic, rash Old Grog made good his promise, with the los of only seven men, on smber 22 739. London went wild. Good Old Grog became a great hero, the cit being illuminated in his honor. His 56th birthday was celebrated all over England in 1740, and 130 medals were struck in his honc Having given his nickname to a new drink and made himself the fdol of a nation by spanking the Span- fards, Old Grog now proceeded to give his proper name to a farm on the Potomac River and to lose his reputation as a great commander at the same time. At the close of 1740 he was given a magnificent fleet of some 25 ships of the line, 80 trans- ports, fireships and bomb ketches, with 15,000 sallors and marines and 12,000 land troops to take the Spanish city of Cartagena on the coast of the province of Colombia, South America. The land force was assembled on the Island of Jamaica, under the imme- diate command of Gen. Wentworth Here is where the three Potomac boys came Into the adventure. The British government decided that the American colonies should furnish “one regiment, with Scotch officers to discipline it.” Obedient to the king's command, the Virginia council ar- ranged for the enlistment of 1,000 men, some of whom came across the Potomac River from Maryland, and Gov. (Sir William) Gooch of Virginia took command. That was in August, 1740. Lawrence Washington, eldest son of Augustine Wasliington of Wake- field, on the Virginia side of the Pot mac, was given a captaincy In_ the regiment. Edward Coade and Wil- llam Hebb, from over the river in Maryland, got lesser commissions and went along, too. With much spee making noise. regiment left in high spirits witk every hope of a great victory. * % x x T took all that Autumn and Win to complete the plans of Land Ge Wentworth and Sea Gen. Vernor and reach the scene of action will be exactly 184 vears on Marel 4 of this year, when President Cool tdge is to be inaugurated, since th grand fleet arrived re Cartage The gorgeous pageant w enough to have frightened every Spaniard the New World into submission But somehow — accounts conflict heroic Old Grog of the sea and Land Gen. Wentworth managed to turn the whole affair into a grand flasco—a burlesque of a battle, but a most hor- rible and disastrous burlesque. The range of the ships ns was too short to reach the besieged city; scal ing ladders for the troops were too short to reach the battlements, or were lacking entirely; everything went wrong that could go wrong. , Everybody fought well enough—too well under the imstances thousands were killed or died tropic diseases To make matters worse, rash Old Grog quarreled with Wentworth or land and withdrew his ships into the offing, leaving the troops to win all the glory by themselves. But there was no glory in it, only awful defeat and discouragement The troops, or what was left of them, managed to get back to the transports in the harbor, which b came horribly overcrowded, and dis- ease worked worse ravages there The dead bollies of their comrades floating In the waters around the ves- sels did not help to create an atmos phere of cheerfulness. Then, on top of it all, Gen. Wentworth, who had no good doctors, was so peeved at Old Grog, who had plenty of good naval surgeons, that he would not ask for the loan of any, and Admiral Vernon was so stubborn that he would not lend them without being asked. Tobias Smollett, famous old Eng- lish novelist, has left us a graphic eyewitness account of the disastrous attempt in his novel, “Roderick Ran- dom.” Says he “The necessities of the poor p. ple were well known; the remedy was easy and apparent; but the discord between the chiefs was inflamed to such a degree of diabolical rancor. that the one chose rather to see his men perish than ask help of the other. who disdained to offer his assista unasked,’ though it might have saved the lives of his fellow-subjects.” i DURING all this affair the 1,000 militiamen ffom Virginia and Maryland “acted with consumma bravery,” to quote the words Washington Irving. But 600 of the were killed or wounded, and the rem nant had to fight the deadly fevers of the tropic swamps. Illness brought of Maryland, It had probably been MISS ELIZABETH WASHINGTON FEEDING DUCKS. PHOTOGRAPHS MADE ABOUT 1907. nowhere in particular. Others at ta- | despondency to Col. Gooch, who ™ purchased with the property and was e . ble were Miss Elizabeth Wirt Wash- turned to Virginia, leaving Car one of the primitive farmhouses of [the Washington country in West-|the place, and this was attractive to| (Sort of peeved-like:) “Faithful |ington about 10 years old, a quaint} Lawrence Washington, then only Virginia. The »f was steep and | moreland County was late in the Fall [me and other boys of the neighbor- | readers! Fiddlesticks and fiddledy-|and reserved little lassie, and Miss years old, in command of the Ameri- sloped down in low projecting [of 1903 or 1904. He left the steam-|hood. I remember the stone that was [dee” (strong reminine explosives). | Frances Wirt Washington, 9 years can colonials. Though weakened by eaves. It I four rooms on the [boat before dawn on a chilly day at|put there by Mr. Custis of Arlington. | “Waht faithful reader is going to sit [old a bustling little lady who set disease and hardships, young Wash- ground floor and others in the attic, | Wirt's wharf in Maddox Creek,|It was inscribed with the dates of |up all night with you, put hot poul-|the table and sustained her part in Ington stuck it out until 1742, when and an immense chimney at each |walked to Laurel Grove farm, to the | Washington’s birth and death, and |tices on your feet and icepacks on |the animated conversation. e brought the men left in his ill- end. Not a vestige of remains. [ home of Lawrence Washington (Un-|was set in the wall of the broken |your head? What faithful reader is| She took hold of the camera and fated regiment back to their pleasant Two or three fig trees, with shrubs |cie Lal); on to Bienheim, then oc-|chimney. I was a little boy when|going to prepare those tonics pre- |platecase which the stranger carried homes in Tidewater Virginia and and »s, linger about the place, |cupled by Mrs. Lena Washington | Charles Jett came to live on the|scribed for you by your favorite phy-[and said, “ain’t this pretty heavy for Maryland. and and there a flower grown | Hungerford; then to Wakefield; was | Wakefield farm, and to my boyish |sicians, Dr. Gordon of Scotland and|you to tot ‘N)- experience was enough to maki{ wild serves to mark where a garden | taken over the whole farm by John |mind he was remarkable for two|Dr. Bacardi of Cuba? Go tramping| Also at table was the baby. He < 3 Lawrence Washington want to sets has been. Such at least was the case | son, the owner: had dinner \\'\th\\hings. first, because he cut down the |about the country in weather such as|had been christened a few days be- tle down. He soon married Annd a few years since, but these may |) 1son; walked to Potomac Mills, |old apple trees which the boys called | this!” fore and the name given him was ! : Fairfax, daughter of Col. Willian have likewise pussed away. A stone [and got to the hotel at Montross | Gen. Washington’s orchard; apd, sec- PR George Lee Swanson Washington. = y Fairfax, whose farm, Belvolr, was ad- arks the site of the house, and an |about 10 at night. A walk of some- |ond, he pulled down the only standing Mrs, Washington and Mrs. Swanson f 5 E f jacent to the Washington farm near inscription denotes its being the ' thing like miles with ‘a heavy | chimney bedause he needed brick. [¢JRUT, my dear—" the door slams| were school chums, and in compli- | £ Dogue Creek, on the upper tidewater MRS. AGNES WIRT-WASHINGTON AMONG HER CHICKENS. PHOTOGRAPH MADE ABOUT 1908. and the Rambler is left alone to take what follows out of a ramble written in 1904: From Wirt's wharf the road climbs a wide plateau. The plain at this season Is brown and white with dead cornstalks and sticktight weed and with daisies and goldenrod in seed. Scrub pine in the higher places and sweet gum in the lower give the landscape touches of green. Glimpses of the Potomac, two or three miles away, are caught from points along the road. About a mile and a half from the wharf you come to a farm- house in a clump of trees, with fig bushes and crape myrtle growing ment to Virginia's governor, the baby # | Potomac, known as Epsewasson. In was named George Lee Swanson Washington. Leaving Laurel Grove the road twists through fields and pines and passes the home of Lawrence Wash- ington, or “Uncle Lal,” a descendant of Augustine Washington, oldest brother of George Washington of Vir- ginia and the world. In later vears the Rambler came to know well this honorable man and his children, Lloyd, Lawrence, Henry, Isabel, Sadie, Julia .and Elsle. This story has come to the point where the Sunday Editor is reaching for his axe, and the Rambler will tell vou, perhaps next Sunday, of his trip to Blenheim -and Wakefield, of the there. The farm name is Laurel:people he met there, and of the old Grove and it is a Washington Wirt home. The Star man had landed from the steamboat Wakefleld an hour before dawn but, loitering along the road, the east was gray when he came to Laurel Grove. Thin blue smoke was curling from the kitchep chimney; a man was milking a cow in a fence corner and farm hands were moving about. A man came down the gravel walk from the farmhouse. He had not been long awake and his toilet had been- quickly made. His hands friends who have left the world, and the children who have.grown up and married. Dr. Richard Washington, whose | home is the farm, Claymont, adjoin- ing the Washington farm of Camp- bellton, dropped in to see me a few days ago and said: “You wrote the best history of Wakefleld that has been written.” I agree with him. Dr. Washington has excellent literary taste. The other day an saild to me “your stuff is rotte, That fel- low has no sense at all. YOUNG WASHINGTON TOOK HIS WIFE TQ EPSEWASSON AND RENAMED IT MOUNT VERNON. those days this wa sides “*high up the Potomac,” on the very edge civilization. ~ Young Washington took his_wife to Epsewasson and renamed it Mount Vernon out of a feeling of loyalty to his commander. George Washington, younger half- brother of Lawrence, frequently visited | at Mount Vernon, and doubtless listened to the stories of Lawrence’s West Indian adventures. George eventually inherited the attractive farm and home for Law- rence. Those two other Potomac boys who went to the War of Jenkins' Ear with Lawrence Washington also managed to escape the Spaniards and the tropic fevers and came safely back home again. They, too, decided to perpetuate the memory of their adventures on the Spanish Main. Young H 4 his place Carthagena, a name ch ap- pears {o this day on the map of Mary Jand, denoting a beautiful tidal creck branching off from St. Marys River on the northern side near the point wher that river merges with seven-mile-wid Potomac. His chim, Bdw “oude | chose for his plantation, a little farther up the St. Marys, the name of Porto Bello, which recalled the earlier and happler period of Admiral Vernews anti-Spanish activities