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cal fruits grow here. In our hotel garden are seven or eight 

 different-hued hibiscus in bloom, orange trees, limes, gua- 

 vas, all in fruit, plum trees, Australian oaks and pines, the 

 camphor and cinnamon. The last two have very fragrant 

 leaves. But alas ! that amid all this beauty there should be 

 any offset. But there surely is. A depraved microscopical 

 red spider called * Jigger* [chego] inhabits the vegetation 

 and burrows in the person of the unwary spectator. I have 

 met the jiggers and I am 'theirn.' They have rioted and 

 are still rioting over my blameless body. From my waist, 

 in fact my neck, down to my toes I am a spotted leopard, 

 and in fact I find it as hard as he does to change his spots. 

 I counted 153 burrows of these sinful miscreants and gave 

 it up. But, oh, the blissful luxury of a scratch ! Job and his 

 potsherd are nowhere. I have been told to grease myself, 

 and I have done so till I can wiggle through the smallest 

 hole a politician ever found. I think I am heading them 

 off, but the race is a hot one, for they got a mighty fine 

 start. From Jacksonville I shall go to Asheville to acclimate 

 myself, and so North and homewards which I am forbidden 

 to reach till the 12th or 13th of April." 



JENSEN, FLORIDA, March 14, 1903. 



MY DEAR , I have been having a most delight- 

 ful time here hi Jensen. Allen * has returned, and we see 

 each other almost every day. The old friendship and 

 associations have been renewed, and as we skimmed the 

 waters in our light boat we have talked and laughed over 

 the old times. I have questioned him closely about the 

 ' paragogic nu, ' and as he professed an entire ignorance of 

 1 W. Irving Allen, a classmate. 



