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fifteen, near the shanty, while I set my camera and 

 pitched my developing tent. When all was ready, I 

 looked for my goats and saw them not. They soon ap 

 peared, however, in hot pursuit of my boatman Dan, 

 who just escaped old Billy by climbing the fence. We 

 soon got them in position near the shanty, with the aid 

 of my friend and the two boatmen, and retired to my 

 tent to prepare the negative plate. Upon emerging, I 

 discovered that the leader of the herd had amused him 

 self chasing my friend about the place causing him to 

 sit down in a bed of prickly pear, which hurt his feelings 

 very much and otherwise misbehaving himself. After 

 much trouble we got them in order, and I opened the 

 slide and congratulated myself upon getting a good 

 picture. I hardly counted &quot;two&quot; before a huge old 

 goat, with wide-spread horns, spied my camera and 

 started on a tour of inspection. If he had started lei 

 surely I shouldn t have cared, but he came in a hurry, 

 as though he saw something in my direction he desired, 

 and so I concluded to postpone the taking of that picture, 

 shouldered my camera and travelled among the cacti in a 

 way that brought tears to my eyes and tears to the eyes 

 of my friends on the fence. I never did love goats ; and 

 if that goat had seemed at all open to conviction I should 

 have stopped and told him what I thought of goats in 

 general, and him in particular. But I didn t stop, but 

 kept right on, leaped the bank and gained the boat, just 

 as he struck it with his horns. Then he went back and 

 stood peacefully chewing his cud. And I think he is 

 still there, for I didn t go back to alarm him. 



As most of Florida visitors are aware, Sand Point 

 is the principal place on the river, or lagoon, and about 

 the only point the visitor sees he is so tired and worn 



