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August, 1919 
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THE SECRET OF ALLIGATOR BAY 
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back from this expedition now occupies 
an honored position in the lodge of Camp 
Wonposet, Bantam Lake, Conn. Mr. 
King presented it to Robert Tindale, man- 
ager of the boy’s summer camp.) 
Some distance on, Roy and his friend 
shot a second and even larger alligator. 
It was not killed however, and gave sav- 
age battle, as Hendry assisted in roping 
it and dragging it into the boat. It lay 
quite still, apparently dead, but when 
Roy went to examine the wound, the tail 
lashed upward and the inquisitive hunter 
lost his balance, toppling over into the 
water. No time was lost in extracting 
him from his greater peril. 
“Alligator Bay is yonder through the 
channel at the end of this little bay or 
lagoon, or whatever its peculiar forma- 
tion permits of calling it,” said Mr. King, 
“and the locality is well-named. Never, 
anywhere in Florida, on either coast, 
have I seen so many ’gators.” 
Roy was for shooting this ugly-tem- 
pered fellow in the boat, but Hendry 
placed a detaining hand on the rifle. 
“Don’t do that,” he warned, “it make 
bullet hole through boat. Much bad 
business.” Whereupon Hendry poled 
ashore and or# a likely point under the 
bays, put an end to the ’gator in truly 
professional style. 
A dozen fine mangrove snappers were 
caught by the party before they pushed 
on to the entrance to Alligator Bay. 
And it was at this entrance that the 
second posted warning was discovered. 
There was no attempt at compromise; 
a pole had been driven into the muck 
on the bottom of the passage, at its nar- 
row, v/inding mouth, and fifty feet off 
shore. Near the top was nailed an old 
box top and in red letters (berry stain) 
was crudely drawn this significant com- 
mand : “ STAY OUT.” 
The S was turned the wrong way, how- 
ever, showing that some uneducated per- 
son had written the inscription. 
The skiff was paddled up to this im- 
pudent sign-post and Mr. King was not 
slow to discover that the entire contrap- 
tion was of recent manufacture. In fact 
the berry stains were still wetl This 
then, would indicate that there were 
others in Chevelier Bay and that the 
passage had been posted with an un- 
mistakable purpose. 
The cut itself was fifteen feet wide, 
with not more than two feet of water. 
Five young mangroves and bays had been 
cut near the water and had fallen criss- 
cross, blocking the entrance. 
And through this mystic screen of 
trunks, limbs and matted leaves, there 
came an Indian canoe! Not a sound 
had been heard — not so much as a touch 
of paddle to water or the rustle of brush. 
There were three young Seminole bucks 
in the hollowed-out cypress craft, look- 
ing as sleek and shiny and unreal as 
tho’ carved from wood. 
Mr. King and his companions were too 
startled at first to say a word. It had 
transpired without warning and while 
they were still interested in the sign on 
the post. The older Indian carried a 
20-gauge Winchester shotgun and it was 
— new! Piled in the stern of the canoe, 
were many deer skins. 
“Howdy,” Mr. King called to them. 
But they did not respond. Their ex- 
pressionless faces were set in the direc- 
tion of Chevelier Bay. 
“See if you can make them talk,” said 
Mr. King to Hendry, who was always a 
“good mixer” when it came to Seminoles. 
Some gutteral talk followed, as the 
guide attempted to engaged the bucks in 
conversation. The canoe and its occu- 
pants, without ever really stopping, 
crossed the lagoon and disappeared into 
the passage that led to Chevelier Bay. 
“Could you get anything out of them?’' 
Mr. King inquired somewhat eagerly. 
Hendry’s eyes were wide and his man- 
ner strange, as he said; 
“No want to talk. Only say, ‘Don’t 
know.’ They go to Smallwood’s store 
at Chokoloskee with deer skins. Tell me 
no good passage into Alligator Bay.” 
I T was well along in the afternoon and 
they turned back, rowing and poling 
with all their strength, to make the 
Mae before nightfall. Hendry was silent, 
uncommunicative, scowlingly unlike him- 
self during the entire trip. When the 
opportunity afforded to get Mr. King off 
to one side he explained his reticence. 
“Please, we stay away from Alligator 
Bay,” said he, “better to not get rifle 
bullet. Indians no trouble, white men 
much trouble. I think some hide behind 
cut trees at entrance back there. They 
watch us. They put up sign just for 
me, you an everybody.” 
“Hendry,” was Mr. King’s response, 
“I have my plans made for tomorrow. 
You come wi-th me. John and the others 
will fish at the far end of Chevelier, 
outside the entrance to the lagoon. They 
will never be very far from us and John 
has instructions to fire his revolver if 
anything goes amiss. It is my inten- 
tion to see what is happening in Alli- 
gator Bay.” 
As per these arrangements, although 
the fishermen were not allowed to know 
what was on the docket, Hendry and Mr. 
King went as far as the tarpon grounds 
with the others and then, in the glade 
skiff, shunted off to the mainland at the 
left, explaining that they thought they 
could find deer — and fresh meat would 
go well for supper that night. The skiff 
was concealed in the bushes along shore 
and using their machetes liberally the 
pair set off for the east side of the 
lower end of Chevelier and the lagoon. 
They first came upon open prairie and 
then an impenetrable mangrove swamp. 
It was so dense and the roots so tan- 
gled that progress was necessarily slow. 
According to Mr. King’s reckonings they 
were now nearly opposite Alligator Bay, 
having passed above the narrow neck of 
water leading from the hidden lagoon. 
There were frequent signs of -deer in 
the black earth and multitudes of birds 
of many kinds. Hendry said that they 
saw no less than fifty water moccasins 
in that one strip of 200 yards-wdde man- 
grove swamp. The guide was not afraid 
of them. His quick eye would measure 
