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times,&quot; arc much in vogue on Indian river, to the great 

 absorption and waste of Time, the old father. It was 

 rather up-hill work drinking the old captain drunk, but 

 the Southern people are always earnest in a worthy 

 cause, and he was finally deposited on a heap of oyster 

 shells, &quot;dead gone.&quot; In the morning he said to Tom, 

 &quot; I presume I was a little intoxicated last evening ?&quot; 



&quot; You were just that, and the dog-goiidest, too, that 

 I ever see ! &quot; 



&quot; Well, it s no use working with whiskey around ; 

 pass us the bottle.&quot; 



&quot;It s all gone !&quot; 



&quot; Gone ! then we d better be sailing for Sand Point, 

 for I m d d if I ll work without whiskey.&quot; 



This was related to me while I camped near the 

 grove at night, and I give it as I think of it, trusting 

 the reader will pardon the digression. 



Twenty-five years ago Captains C. and D. found the 

 grove while hunting. A judicious grafting of the wild 

 trees procured, in a few years, bountiful returns. The 

 crops have sometimes been enormous seven hundred 

 thousand in a single year. Over half a million of the 

 largest, juiciest oranges in America ! Camping there 

 that night, it was noon the next day before a fair down 

 river wind came along. When it did come a storm came 

 with it, and we departed, accompanied by the Hash of 

 lightning and the heavy rolling of thunder. After 

 rounding Black Point, our little craft drove straight on, 

 heading with the river south-south-east, passing Sand 

 Point, Joyncr s, Jones Point, and all the other points on 

 the western shore, six miles of water intervening. \Vc 

 draw near the western shore, and sail along its high pine- 

 covered banks, driving before the furious wind with only 



