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FOREST AND STREAM 
July, 1918 
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F INISH taking the picture— 
we’re hungry! And pass 
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One is the coticentrated food- 
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Peanut Butter—yields three times 
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times those of eggs. The other 
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pose. Observations impossible because of 
weather. Sloughs only black muck. Went • 
one more mile, but slightly to Northward. 
Then to West and to East again. Against 
wind, which is strong. Elements combat¬ 
ting us. Camp. Two limpkin—very thin 
and emaciated helped. No fire. 
March 8th.—More water. Enough to 
float skiff. Faint revival of hope. Some¬ 
thing is happening. Camp on the first real 
island in many days. Fire—plenty of wood 
although sky overcast. Compelled to re¬ 
main here to recuperate. 
Managed to make observations late in 
afternoon. Noticed cross currents in shal¬ 
low water. Leading more directly south. 
Hope ! Hope ! God has not forsaken us 1 
It must be the Shark River flow! 
March pth.—Managing to keep body and 
soul together with meagre diet of gar, 
broths and cabbage palm. Double boiling 
of treacherous water. Decided to go fur¬ 
ther North in hope of reaching current and 
waterway southward again. Few miles 
thus. Came abruptly upon impenetrable 
myrtle ridge. No portage. But not dis¬ 
couraged. Returned to first locale. Found 
new and better flow. Pronounced current 
here, also. More southerly direction. Night 
finds conditions brightening. Saw heron, 
white and beautiful, for a moment against 
the first sunset sky. 
March ioth.—A clear sky and a glorious 
morning. Warmth that makes our bodies 
radiate—poor, hurt, tormented bodies! 
Catlow now so ill that he has to be helped. 
John’s face dead white beneath growth of 
beard. Enough water for the boat! Think 
of that. The flow is decidedly marked 1 . 
Experience great trouble using pole or 
paddles. This makes five days of kidney 
trouble. Two miles in what seems to be 
channel. Water quite deep. Grass in more 
flourishing shape. Three feet of water. 
Despite encouraging signs, our diet has 
told on us. Constant nausea. Shooting ' 
pains. Eyes hurt. Both boys now ill. 
Constantly thirsty, but sure water is taint¬ 
ed. Boil it. Wind and current both pro- 1 
nounced at noon. Six miles made this day. 
As night came on, waterway grew to dig- • 
nity of stream. Rather wide. But water 
is gray-green and has queer look and 
strange odor. Tastes peculiar. Stream has 
now split into sloughs. Oh, the sickening 
realization of it! Narrower! My personal 
dread and discouragement is returning. 
Camp on what I take to be a coastal ham¬ 
mock. Discovery of wild rubber trees as 
put up tents. Jungle conditions. A land 
of strange enchantment. Fig trees. Enor¬ 
mous Boston ferns. Long-eared ferns. 
Panther howl heard in night. Strange 
night prowlers as the camp fire dies. Cat- 
low a very sick boy. John can scarcely 
stand. No food. And as I lay wrapped in 1 
my blankets, I heard him speaking aloud 
in the night stillness. He was repeating a 
prayer of his boyhood: 
“Now I lay me down to sleep; 
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.” 
The darkness oppresses. Never before 
have I quite understood the majesty and 
mystery of the Florida Everglades as I do 
at this moment. Tomorrow will—must— 
tell the final chapter. 
(to be concluded next month) 
Be a Forest and Stream Angler and 
“fish for Uncle Sam.” 
