A Thousand-Mile Walb 
Florida. Here I zigzagged and gathered prizes 
among unnumbered plants and shells along the 
shore, stopping to press the plant specimens and 
to rest in the shade of vine-heaps and bushes 
until sundown. The happy hours stole away 
until I had to return to the schooner. Either 
I was seen by the sailors who usually came for 
me, or I hired a boat to take me back. Ar- 
rived, I reached up my press and a big handful 
of flowers, and with a little help climbed up the 
side of my floating home. 
Refreshed with supper and rest, I recounted 
my adventures in the vine tangles, cactus 
thickets, sunflower swamps, and along the 
shore among the breakers. My flower speci- 
mens, also, and pocketfuls of shells and corals 
had to be reviewed. Next followed a cool, 
dreamy hour on deck amid the lights of the 
town and the various vessels coming and de- 
parting. 
Many strange sounds were heard: the vo- 
ciferous, unsmotherable bells, the heavy thun- 
dering of cannon from the Castle, and the 
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