56 ON THE BEACH AT DAYTON A. 



the help of a horse and a cylindrical wire 

 roller. With his trousers rolled to his knees, 

 he waded in the surf, and shoveled the in- 

 coming water and sand into the wire roller 

 through an aperture left for that purpose. 

 Then he closed the aperture, and drove the 

 horse back and forth through the breakers 

 till the clams were washed clear of the sand, 

 after which he poured them out into a shal- 

 low tray like a long bread-pan, and trans- 

 ferred them from that to a big bag. I came 

 up just in time to see them in the tray, bright 

 with all the colors of the rainbow. " Will 

 you hold the bag open ? " he said. I was 

 glad to help (it was perhaps the only useful 

 ten minutes that I passed in Florida) ; and 

 so, counting quart by quart, he dished them 

 into it. There were thirty odd quarts, but 

 he wanted a bushel and a quarter, and again 

 took up the shovel. The clams themselves 

 were not canned and shipped, he said, but 

 only the " juice." 



Many rudely built cottages stood on the 

 sand-hills just behind the beach, especially 

 at the points, a mile or so apart, where 

 the two Daytona bridge roads come out of 

 the scrub ; and one day, while walking up the 



