A Thousand-Mile Walk 
“caller” fish from the sea, I set out for the 
grand palm grove. I had seen these dazzling 
sun-children in every day of my walk through 
Florida, but they were usually standing soli- 
tary, or in groups of three or four; but to-day 
I was to see them by the mile. The captain 
led me a short distance through his corn field 
and showed me a trail which would conduct 
me to the palmy hummock. He pointed out 
the general direction, which I noted upon my 
compass. 
“Now,” said he, “at the other side of my 
farthest field you will come to a jungle of cat- 
briers, but will be able to pass them if you 
manage to keep the trail. You will find that 
the way is not by any means well marked, for 
in passing through a broad swamp, the trail 
makes a good many abrupt turns to avoid deep 
water, fallen trees, or impenetrable thickets. 
You will have to wade a good deal, and in pass- 
ing the water-covered places you will have to 
watch for the point where the trail comes out 
on the opposite side.” 
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