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One elderly and carefully dressed, city-coated 

 gentleman I especially remember. He sat in the 

 stem of the boat (his African boatman with a 

 line out, also), watching the fluctuations of his 

 bob as earnestly, I thought, as ever he could 

 have watched the fluctuations of the stock mar- 

 ket. His whole soul was centred upon that bit 

 of cork and the possible fish below. He actually 

 had a nibble as we passed ! What cared he then 

 for " coppers " or " industrials " ? He must at 

 some time or other have been a boy. The lucky 

 man ! By the look on his face he was happy. 

 And happiness, if I am to judge by what I see, 

 is one of the main things, in Florida. At aU 

 events, it was the main thing that I found in the 

 Everglades. 



