110 
F O R E S T AND S T R E A M 
February, 1918 
For Golf, Tennis and Sport Wear 
IN ATTRACTIVE DESIGNS FOR 
MEN AND WOMEN 
8 IMPORTED HOSIERY 
No 
20 
No. 15 
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LOST IN THE EVERGLADES 
(continued from page 87) 
locations, waterways and the excellent 
channel lead. We have stumbled into it 
blindly. All’s well! Fine supper of soup, 
beans, pilot biscuit and hot flapjacks. 
“Catlow stirred from a sound sleep at 
midnight, vowing that he had seen the 
burning eyes of a young panther staring at 
him from the bay thickets. There were 
soft, stealthy patterings, as of cushioned 
feet in the darkness. We all went to sleep 
wondering—wondering.” 
Feb. 16th. 
“. . . Slow progress until we were sure 
of our bearings. Supplies will not permit 
of another three-day exploit in the sloughs. 
O N the morning of the 18th the ex¬ 
plorers began a steady drive in the 
general direction of the property. 
All element of doubt had been eliminated. 
Civilization was blotted out for the time 
being, at least. T.he last echoes of it had 
been left far behind. Even the thunder¬ 
ous blasts of the dredge gang at Key Rock 
could be distinguished no more. Along the 
silent water-passages they poled, under a 
lowering sky. 
To Mr. King’s practiced eye, the topog¬ 
raphy told a story of significance. The 
ridges were growing longer and longer, 
and ran in parallel lines. The hummocks 
rati 
Machetes are necessary to break trails through the magnolia thickets 
We have been eating heartily and the com¬ 
missary department is beginning to show 
signs of Everglade appetites. Frequent 
consulting of my maps. Still reckon that 
distance to property is approximately six¬ 
teen miles. As night came on, we saw the 
long, thin trail of smoke against the yel¬ 
low sky—forest fires ! Brush being burned 
in the canal district. My hat off to those 
water rats at work in the muck. They are 
doing a fine thing for future generations 
in Florida.” Feb ^ 
“By easy stages, we have covered much 
of our ground—or water, more properly. 
Some bad going, but clear water, foot 
deep, most of the while. Uneventful. I 
am writing this by camp-fire light on an¬ 
other myrtle island. Its growths are show¬ 
ing signs of change—water-oaks, now, 
strangely beautiful in foliage and form. 
And then there is the Sweet Bay and the 
White Bay, and Cocoa palms, with mon¬ 
ster ferns plumed under foot, beneath 
them. The environment is scenically 
tropic, but the air—ugh !—with darkness, 
has come a cold, raw wind. The sky has 
turned from ochre and crimson to black— 
impenetrable black! John and Catlow are 
toasting pilot biscuits over the camp-fire. 
They have pinned their blankets around 
them, and they look for all the world like 
a pair of dejected Seminoles. 
“But I am thinking of the trip back— 
and food. There are strange misgivings. 
I must endeavor to shake them off.” 
were tight with verdure. Myrtle islands 
took on a more substantial appearance and 
were more fully clothed in trees. It was not 
an unusual thing to find a mere hummock 
one hundred yards in width—little, isolated 
realms of green and brown and flowery 
red, each self-sustaining and a complete 
unit unto itself, with small animals and 
turtles and bird homes beyond classification. 
They came out, at dusk on that day, on 
a broad, scintillant sheet of water, and Mr. 
King, standing astern, used his field glasses 
eagerly. He could see an area of low, flat 
country, perhaps a mile in length. It was 
dotted with the ridges and hummocks and 
myrtle islands and under water to the 
depth of one and two feet. But here, in¬ 
deed, was a Land of Promise! Once 
drained, it seemed capable of feeding the 
universe. Seed would burst into bloom in 
an hour here—here where the soil was as 
black as the calm nights. They were fas¬ 
tidious in their selection of a camp, for 
there was much to select from—-hummocks 
large or small—islands of fairy form and 
color, burning like huge bouquets, in the 
soft evening twilight. 
On a ridge elevation, clothed with mag¬ 
nolias, scrub pine and thickets of sweet¬ 
smelling flowers, they pitched their tents. 
It had turned warm again, and the night 
was graciously inviting. It was good to 
feel firm soil beneath their feet and to build 
a REAL fire, and to know that three miles 
