ON THE BEACH AT DAYTONA. 67 
just above the level of the water, as has 
been already described, and were never over 
the river, but off the beach. 
All in all, there are few pleasanter walks 
in Florida, I believe, than the beach-round 
at Daytona, out by one bridge and back by 
the other. An old hotel-keeper—a rural 
Yankee, if one could tell anything by his 
look and speech — said to me in a burst of 
confidence, “ Yes, we ’ve got a climate, and 
that’s about all we have got,—climate and 
sand.” I could not entirely agree with him. 
For myself, I found not only fine days, but 
fine prospects. But there was no denying 
the sand. 
