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with age, and having a few scattered hairs like the skin of the 

 hippopotamus. Their gentle ways plead for them, and one of the 

 sweet remembrances we have of the Florida rivers is that we 

 never shot at, or attempted to hurt, one of these gentle beasts 

 during our visit at their homes. 



Some years after the time of our story one captured on the 

 St. John's River visited New York. It was about six feet in length, 

 and occupied a tank in the public market. It was fed daily on 

 sea- weed gathered in Wellabout Bay, always taking its food from 

 the bottom of the tank. Its gentle life ended after three months 

 of captivity. 



A few days later, in a sou-sou'easter, we set sail, and in a day 

 and a half saw again the flag at Tampa Bay. 



