November, 1918 
FOREST AND STREAM 
631 
Glade tricks of hunting, fishing and path 
naking. 
This Indian friendship was invaluable 
ater on, for it meant that Hendry could 
ome and go in the Everglades as he saw 
it. unmolested. In fact, as soon as he 
ook up guide work as a means of liveli- 
lood, he encouraged the old acquaintances, 
tood in well with every Seminole chief, 
md could bunk up on a hammock in al- 
nost any remote settlement if it proved 
onvenient for him to do so. 
For twenty years Hendry had stalked 
;ame and fished in this Florida country. 
‘Me live by my rifle,” he was wont to say, 
nd this was almost literally true. His 
0-30 Winchester was always with him 
nd he was known as a fine shot. 
Contact with the Indians encouraged 
heir way of talking. Hendry spoke a sort 
f fractured cracker language that was 
igh-lighted with Indian words and ges- 
ares. He looked every inch the trapper 
nd guide; tall, angular, strong-muscled, 
nd with the complexion of an Indian. He 
as rather ashamed of his extremely red 
air, but there were few to poke fun at 
im, for Hendry could shoot and Hendry 
□uld fight like a wildcat and Hendry’s 
iws, squarely resolute, did not quite meet, 
hich gave him the look of a man who 
ould not “stand fooling.” There was an 
tractive quality to his slow, drawling 
oice. He did not speak more than was 
jsolutely necessary. When he did speak 
was generally to impart valuable infor¬ 
mation. One of his best friends said of 
im: “Argyle Hendry is the finest judge 
E weather in the state. He is better than 
ie Government’s daily report. He never 
akes a mistake.” You will learn of the 
uide’s remarkable “popinjay,” a food 
ixture of rare toothsomeness. For Hen- 
y was as good a chef as marksman. 
It is unnecessary to go 
ito detail as far as sup- 
ies is concerned. The 
irty was equipped for a 
onth’s absence and the 
rder was comfortably 
ocked. 
We should now 
tablish the ob¬ 
jective of this trip. As 
on previous occasions, 
Mr. King was selected 
to go to certain parcels 
of heretofore unexplored 
Everglade land, owned 
by private concerns, and 
cither survey it, or pass 
upon its future possibili¬ 
ties for agricultural 
work, rubber cultiva¬ 
tion, cypress cutting, 
etc. It was never easy 
to secure men 
o f necessary 
knowledge, ex¬ 
perience and 
mental caliber, 
to undertake 
these trips, for 
danger always 
attended, par¬ 
ticularly 
on the 
Gulf side. 
Here it 
was, that 
desperate 
charac¬ 
ters, 
criminals 
from ad- 
call e d 
From top to bottom: 
Trunk Fish, Trigger Fish, Flying Fish, Chapin, Swell- 
Toad, Old Man of the Sea, Cutlass Fish and Sailfish 
j a c e n t 
states — 
came, to 
avoid detection. 
Once up Shark 
River or into 
the Big Cypress 
area, and they 
knew they were 
safe. Strangers 
were welcome 
here, only when they were 
as sinister and silent as 
their environment. 
Upon referring to vari¬ 
ous scattered items in Mr. 
King’s diary, we find sig¬ 
nificant paragraphs, which, 
.n themselves, give the 
reader some shadowy out¬ 
line of the nature of the 
mission he accepted. 
“I visited the ancient 
town of Chokoloskee twice, 
and once did so by as¬ 
cending 
through 
a creek 
Turner’s 
River to the head¬ 
water, which rises, 
or expressed prop¬ 
erly, drains Cy- 
press Swamp. 
Again I ascended 
the headwaters of 
the Fickey - una- 
Hatchee, there en¬ 
countering many 
hardships and con¬ 
siderable insidious 
resistance from 
whites and Indians. After making gen¬ 
eral observations as well as detailed 
examinations and explorations of this 
territory by ascending rivers, creeks and 
other water passages towards the in¬ 
terior, I went by boat as far as con¬ 
ditions permitted. Much game of all kinds.” 
It will be seen that there was a definite 
object in mind when the Mae was char¬ 
tered, a guide employed and the month’s 
trip painstakingly launched. 
B ISCAYNE Bay is, of course, noted 
for the variety of its fish and the re¬ 
markable character of the waterways. 
Hendry took the wheel, for he had made 
many trips to Madeira Bay and was thor¬ 
oughly acquainted with the channels, reefs, 
shallows and intricate coral cuts. 
“We must take time to do some fishing 
on- the way down,” said John Jr. to his 
father, a few miles out from Miami, “these 
waters are wriggling with ’em. I’ve brought 
along every kind of spoon and lure and 
fly there is made, and Argyle bought a tin 
of fresh shrimp. It’s on the ice, as sweet 
as honey.” 
“Wait until we' reach Angel Fish Key,” 
suggested Mr. King, “then I will be able 
to show you much better fun.” 
