By the docks lie various craft needed for the instruction of the midshipmen; and with them the old _Santee_, dismantled, a ghost of herself, lies at her last moorings. She has seen strange sights in her day, the old _Santee_, none perhaps stranger than the trim young steel giants of our modern navy which steam up the Bay at times. [Illustration: THE OLD GOVERNOR’S MANSION, NOW THE NAVAL ACADEMY LIBRARY.] Historically, the gem of the Academy is the Library building, which was built by Edmund Jennings, and served as a home for our governors from 1760 until 1868. It has had Washington for its guest, and many another great man of his time. And so, no doubt, had the fine old home of the Dulanys, near by, which was built as early as 1751. An iconoclastic superintendent ordered its destruction in 1883,--a loss irreparable to the lovers of the old town. And all are its lovers, who have once felt its abiding charm. [Illustration] FOOTNOTES: [4] Of all the deeds whereby Charles Carroll served his country, none, perhaps, was more noteworthy than the writing of the four letters to the _Maryland Gazette_, in 1773, signed “First Citizen.” In them he pitted his young strength against the marvellous learning of Daniel Dulany, the greatest lawyer of all the colonies, whose letters to the same paper were signed “Antilon.” His brave defence of the rights of the people brought Mr. Carroll the unprecedented honor of an adjournment of the Legislature that that body might visit his house _en masse_, to express its thanks and appreciation. [Illustration] FREDERICK TOWN “THE GARDEN SPOT OF MARYLAND” BY SARA ANDREW SHAFER Long after the lower counties and the eastern shore of Maryland had been turned from a wilderness into a rich and prosperous country, and after Annapolis had grown to be one of the most brilliant and important cities of the New World, there lay in the western part of the domain granted to the Calverts and their heirs forever a vast and beautiful region, which was not only _Terra Mariæ_, but _terra incognita_ as well. Noble mountains, the remains of far older and nobler Alps, guarded the valleys worn by innumerable streams, and rich with the detritus of uncounted ages of erosion. Vegetation flourished under the kindly skies, and green things of every kind, from loftiest oaks to humblest mosses, grew in rank luxuriance over the heritage of the wild creatures of earth and air, and the scarcely less wild Indians. The Susquehannoghs, who chiefly lorded it here, were of the fearless and noble Iroquois stock, and, whatever they lacked, had certainly “a genius for nomenclature.” Their “Love of lovely woods” has left in one fair valley such names as Catoctin for its long western mountain range; Linganore for its eastward hills, and Potomac, Monocacy and Tuscarora for its rivers and streams. Vanished, like the red leaves of an autumn forest, in these soft syllables we hear, even yet, the voices of the “First Families” of Frederick.