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LOST IN THE 
EVERGLADES 
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of an apparently impassable density. The 
three and a half mile long elevated ridge, 
upon which Magnolia Camp was situated, 
occupied the central area, and was, in 
turn, surrounded by innumerable small 
hummocks—hundreds upon hundreds of 
them. Clumps of tall trees of many vari¬ 
eties perched upon these, giving the land¬ 
scape a very beautiful and restful value. 
Northward of Magnolia Ridge, Mr. King 
poled into a deep water lake. Its cool, 
broad majesty was impressive. Only where 
the tug of the unseen current defined a 
stream, was its infinite calm disturbed. And 
it was just here that the Tamiami Trail 
crossed. No better land would ever be 
found in Florida so soon as the Tamiami 
Canal drew away the mysterious waters. 
Every hummock, and every myrtle island 
was perfumed with spicy odors. Trees 
dripped gaudy flowers and moss and vines 
festooned themselves in odd, fantastic gar¬ 
lands, sweeping the smooth bosom of the 
inland lake. It was a realm of weird Ro¬ 
mance, bounded on all sides by tiny worlds 
of wondrous green orchid curtains, and 
knit together by a thread of plumaged 
hummocks or the shallow, opal body of 
the Lake. 
The new property lines were staked, in 
a certain limited territory, that first day; 
to say nothing of the maps—pages of them, 
crudely marked in the little sketching pad 
and then enlarged. The Man might wish 
to glory in the tropic splendor of scenery, 
but the Engineer found serious tasks to 
perform. 
Occasionally, as he sat in the boat, under 
the steaming sun, Mr. King could hear the 
sharp echo of a rifle. The boys were evi¬ 
dently meeting with success on their jaunt 
through the Magnolias. 
He noted the camp fire gleaming through 
the leaves and saw grass, as he turned 
back in the direction of their fairy Ridge, 
now slowly but surely becoming a purple 
and blue mass in the hushed twilight. The 
lads had reported again, and were cooking 
a rasher of bacon—that and fish! He 
could catch a welcome whiff of it as he 
poled the boat nearer shore. 
“Camp Magnolia—A-H-O-Y!” Mr. King 
shouted. 
Catlow’s cheery voice answered. 
‘'There’s a new Chef—come and get 
something REALLY good to eat!” 
All three brought the craft u^ the bank 
and placed it in its former position, as one 
of the barricades of the snug enclosure. 
They had just finished, when King Sr. 
put his fingers to his lips. 
It was a warning to remain absolutely 
quiet. 
From somewhere out on the lake and 
the ghostly collection of magnolia-tipped 
hummocks, there came a most peculiar 
sound. It was quite unlike anything they 
had ever heard before—half a whistle— 
half a moan, with a suggestion of bird 
notes, although that it was of human ori¬ 
gin they had no doubt. 
Silence—and what was obviously an an¬ 
swer—the same low, quivering, call, that 
hung upon the air and seemed to die re¬ 
luctantly, in a hundred echoes. It was re¬ 
peated in a slightly different key and finally 
was heard no more. 
