WHERE AND HOW 



few joints of sugar cane made an acceptable 

 dessert. My mouth waters to-day at thought of 

 the hoe cakes, Rhode Island cakes, and mush that 

 I have prepared and eaten with Florida 

 syrup made on the banks of the tarpon rivers 

 from the sugar cane that is there of perennial 

 growth. This syrup, unknown to the markets of 

 the North, possesses a flavor of its own, not ex- 

 ceeded, to my taste, by the far-famed product 

 of the maple tree. 



There are rivers in Florida from which a few 

 tarpon can be taken in winter, but the game isn't 

 worth the candle. The would-be tarpon fisherman 

 who will only go south in the winter should drop 

 Florida from his itinerary and go on to Aran- 

 sas Pass, Corpus Christi, or, better yet, to Tam- 

 pico. The big Panuco River at the latter place 

 abounds in tarpon during the first two months in 

 the year, when it isn't worth while to fish in 

 Florida. There is no lack of opportunity here 

 to make as good a record as a fisherman should 

 wish, and it is to the credit of the frequenters of 

 this resort that the custom obtains among them of 

 turning loose the uninjured fish after their cap- 

 ture has been effected. Yet, although the abund- 



