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A CHARACTERISTIC VISTA OF THE 
AND JUNGLE COUNTRY 
COASTS. 
GROWS TO PRODIGIOUS SIZE 
that our surroundings are interest- 
ing, shot through with thrill, beau- 
tiful, romance-touched, only in propor- 
tion to our capacities for recognizing 
these elements when we seek them? 
Perhaps. The Everglades of Florida 
represent an unknown mystery nowa- 
days, on their outer boundaries at least, 
to very few. The canals are taming 
heretofore little-visited territory. Au- 
tomobiles run for thirty or forty miles 
out into the very heart of the great 
muck lands; airplanes plunge through 
space above them, and dauntless engi- 
neers stop at nothing in their technical 
quest for facts. 
But as yet, these visited places are 
mere frontiers. Such a vast tract 
will require years of research and 
[: there something in the thought 
HAMMOCK 
OF FLORIDA ON BOTH 
IN THESE DIM TRAILS GAME STILL 
ABOUNDS IN PLENTY AND THE BARKING ’GATOR 

Interesting Results. 
exploration in the complete 
covering. And it is a signifi- 
cant fact, as our opening lines 
intimate, that some there are 
who fail to see why the Ever- 
glades should ever have won 
their reputation for beauty, 
for romance, for thrill and ad- 
venture. 
Peeters such unimagina- 
tive souls have never felt 
the almost material caress of 
dusk settle upon a miles-long 
hammock, remote and, to a de- 
gree, inaccessible; they have 
aa never witnessed the mellow 
rose tints and mauve suddenly 
give way to impenetrable dark- 
ness; have never heard the 
awakened voice of the ’Glades 
slowly reach its crescendo, at 
an hour when Day, itself, sinks 
to slumber. 
It is something to wax sentimental 
It has been mentioned before in 
over. 
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Part XII. (Conclusion) 

Comes the Day When the Two Cronies Reach a Perfect 
Understanding, While a Great Conflagration on the Everglades 
Hammock-Land Puts Them Both to the Test. 
Made With Tommy Tiger, Seminole Which Produces Some 
A Contact Is 
By W. LIVINGSTON LARNED 
this narrative—and we repeat it with 
pride—that those who love the out-of- 
doors, possess an incredibly sensitive 
reaction to things beautiful, things 
spiritual, things which are the children 
of true romance. For my part, I have 
always looked upon the southern ex- 
tremity of Florida as a magic wonder- 
land, made up of innumerable qualities 
to be found nowhere else in all the 
world. We have had this opinion sub- 
stantiated by men who have traveled 
tay 
[2 was just such a rose-dusk that found 
Sonnyboy and his  heavier-footed 
father on a hammock as wild as many 
and as spectacularly beautiful as most. 
We had left our camp, if it could be 
dignified as such, on the site of a de- 
serted Indian  community-ground, 
earlier in the afternoon, for an expedi- 
tion westward. And now, returning, 
just at the brink of nightfall, we were 
startled to see red flames dancing 
through the underbrush, and a soft halo 
of light at the point of our destination, 
which could under no circumstances be 
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SONNYBOY COULD “SWIM LIKE A FISH,” 
AND THE TROPIC BEACHES WERE A 
DELIGHT TO HIM 
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mistaken for afterglow, however whim- 
sical the sunsets. 
One memory of that moment stands 
out as dominant and unforget- 
able: I was just a little alarmed. 
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