White ibis in the swamps off the Tamiami Trail. 



Ducks Below the Tamiami Trail 



by Charles E. Cox, Jr. ... paintings by Bernard Lippman 



THE BROWN grass of the Everglades whispered past the gunnels 

 as we cleared the narrow channel. Ahead, from an unseen 

 pocket of starlit pond, teal spattered out. Farther in, heavier 

 water explosions spoke of jumping mallards or pintail. 



"Walt, you get out here." 



I felt Ted steady the canoe while from amidships Walt trans- 

 ferred gun, shells, and his 1 80 pounds onto a high-grown grassy 

 point. "Luck!" he whispered. 



"Now," Ted said as we pulled away, "I'll skin on through to 

 the other side of these mangroves and let you out. I'll boat down 

 through the pockets and rouse us some birds." 



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