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FOREST AND STREAM 
March, 1918 
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PART FOUR OF “LOST IN THE EVERGLADES,” A 
THRILLING STORY OF THE KING EXPEDITION 
INTO THE WATER WASTES OF SOUTHERN FLORIDA 
By W. LIVINGSTON LARNED 
AYLIGHT brought sun¬ 
shine in more ways than 
one to Camp Magnolia. 
Even Mr. King was will¬ 
ing to look upon the 
episode of the strange 
night calls as part and 
parcel of this infinitely 
mysterious waste. It was 
primarily a place of 
murmuring, whispering sound. 
Nevertheless, the elder King did not 
for a moment minimize the peril of the 
Seminole. It had been a “bad season” 
for the Indians. Few had been seen in 
Miami. Even the tourist camps had not 
prospered, where, for a liberal compen¬ 
sation, chiefs and their followers were 
willing to be put on exhibition. 
Miami is a Prohibition town, but the 
Seminole manages to secure his fire¬ 
water when his appetite for it reaches 
white heat. Once “on a soree” he is not 
exactly a pleasant associate. He hikes 
back to the primitive at a rapid rate. 
Well stocked with flasks, discontented 
and restless bands disappear into that 
tractless land which still holds secure 
to the hearts of their forefathers. 
Moreover, there had been a concerted 
Government plan to lure the Seminole 
away from his barbaric Everglades ex¬ 
istence. Agents had recently circulated 
in the neighborhood with promise of 
more propitious happy hunting grounds 
elsewhere. They would be housed, fed 
properly, given tracts of tillable land and 
even financially “staked” until they be¬ 
came acclimated to a new environment. 
Some of the younger Indians were 
agreeable. The Government’s offer was 
made in good faith, and they saw the 
marked advantage of it, but shrewd old 
chiefs, not so easily weaned from life¬ 
long habits and homes, grew suspicious 
in proportion to the pressure brought to 
bear. They fear this propaganda was 
merely another trick to take from the 
Seminole his last few shreds of liberty. 
There were few silent, swift-footed chiefs, 
in their gaudy garb, on Miami streets. 
Trappers reported that a mumbling had 
been heard just beyond the last line of 
saw grass and softly-stirring myrtle. 
Mr. King had suddenly remembered all 
this as he looked out across the dark 
waters, the previous night, and caught 
might not be safe to run across the trail 
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