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FOllEST AND S T R E A M 
May, 1918 
f^y fish in do o n 
VEGETOLE 
Good fisherman you are—good fish you 
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fried in Deep Vegetole. Take along a 
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makes Vegetole an ideal frying medium. 
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KANPKOOK STOVE 
As part of your equipment on every outing. 
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broiling and baking. 
Every sportsman and auto¬ 
mobile owner needs the 
Kampkook. Sold by sport¬ 
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everywhere. 
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YOU CAN'T DRIVE -THE , 
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“Perhaps there is a small ‘gator’ down 
there,” hinted Catlow. 
Mr. King shook his head. 
“No,” said he, “the bubbles are the chem- 
ical result of vegetable oils formed in the 
ooze at the bottom of the hole. This oil, as 
it is warmed by the sun, throws off gases, 
which, in turn, produce the bubbles. Here we 
have, as well, the correct solution of some¬ 
thing that has deceived many a land expert 
in these regions. A superficial examination 
of Glade water pockets might easily lead 
one to believe that there was petroleum in 
Florida. Surfaces of such pools are greasy 
with the heavy oil. But it is merely de¬ 
cayed vegetation, undergoing chemical 
change. Nature’s work in this vast labora¬ 
tory is really just beginning. For centuries, 
all this land has been UNDER WATER, 
protected from the air. It has, therefore, 
remained almost unchanged. Now that it is 
being drained and both sun and oxygen 
reach it, rapid and remarkable chemical 
action is inevitable. All of which accounts 
for the baffling problems encountered by 
farmers who tackle the muck land of the 
Everglades. The soil simply will not “stay 
put.” It’s one thing to-day and something 
else to-morrow.” 
“What are the small fish,” Catlow in¬ 
quired. 
“Cats and bull heads for the most part. 
But their days are numbered. Insects and 
birds will soon hold a banquet. I see signs 
in the trampled saw grass, of coons and 
wild cats. These animals, short of water, 
have used this large natural dipper. And 
there—THERE ” 
Mr. King stopped short, whipping out his 
revolver. The automatic barked four times 
in rapid succession, and both boys sprang 
aside, for Mr. King had shot not five feet 
from where his son was standing—aimed 
down into the sere grass at a dark, looped 
object, barely discernable through the lat¬ 
ticed blades. 
The bulging body quivered. Then an ugly 
head, with flashing bead-like eyes shot from 
the grass ten feet beyond. It was a mon¬ 
ster water moccasin, several feet in length. 
Another shot from the automatic was re¬ 
quired to settle its fate. 
It was a fine specimen, and attractive to 
the eye, despite its venomous character. A 
lightning stroke from those deadly fangs 
would have brought a crisis in the already 
troubled affairs of the party. 
The last fragment of twilight had gone 
when the trio returned to camp. A sighing 
wind stirred the pig weed and saw grass 
in the basin beds, and not a star glimmered. 
The barking of ‘gators,’ and the yowl of 
an occasional wild cat, out on the bleak 
myrtle ridges, bespoke a state of animal 
unrest. Even Nature wondered at the 
change that was occasioned by the receding 
water. Clumps of custard apple were turn¬ 
ing brown. Bays looked sickly. Mr. King 
had noticed all this during the day. For 
Everglades shrubbery bears out an ancient 
Arabian text—it must have fire on its head 
and water et its feet—otherwise it dies. 
The party was stirring at daybreak. 
“As nearly as I can reckon,” called King 
Jr., who was packing the boat, “we have 
grub for three more days—and we’ll have 
to scrimp at that. No salt at all—and flour 
about gone. It’s a case of git up and git.” 
But Mr. King had been thinking of no 
other topic. 
Cto be continued next month) 
