FOLLOWING THE REDHEADS TO THE GULF COAST 



By Clark McAdams 



He sees great sunsets burn and fade, 

 And, through his close-set window bars, 



Tremble along the dusky wave, 

 The twilight splendor of lone stars. 



— The Old Decoy Buck. 



rDHEADS went over us even higher than usual 

 last Fall, and when I was invited by Mr. Joseph 

 Pulitzer, Jr., to the Gulf Coast I gladly accepted. 

 It was late in January when we set out, the route led 

 us down through the pine woods and red fields of 

 Texas, and we first saw the Grulf at Corpus Christi. 

 We had breakfast that morning at the Nueces Hotel, 

 the dining room of which looked out on the bay. It 

 v/as the first time I had seen the southern seas since I 

 went to Panama six years ago, and I enjoyed renewing 

 the acquaintance. Of course, a duckshooter is always 

 looking for ducks. I saw none there through the hotel 

 window, but I was reminded by the dancing blue waters i 

 of the great shoal of ducks I had seen in Panama Bay. 

 I thought some of those looked like ducks I had shot at. i 



