THE ENGLISH ANGLER IN FLORIDA 



butterflies on the wing of the deepest orange colour. This was 

 indeed typical Florida, and it was not difficult to comprehend 

 why the visitors from the New England winter hail it as their 

 Italy, their " own Riviera." 



However, before the eighteen hours in the train were at 

 an end, we longed for a change. It was in truth at the 

 last part rather a tedious journey. The principal meal 

 of the day was taken during a halt at Lakeland, where we 

 changed to a branch line, the express continuing westerly to 

 Tampa, called " the Magic City of the Gulf" ; it is the fashion- 

 able resort of pleasure-seekers, and a rival to Jacksonville for 

 the metropolitan honours of the State. It was slow travelling 

 from Lakeland, and it was half an hour after midnight when 

 we reached our terminus, the town of Punta Gorda. 



