Nov. 9, 1907.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
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THE H 
over, is a broad sheet of water like a great shal- 
low lake, with a narrow ridge on the east separat- 
ing it from the ocean. 
| A long stretch of this beach, and running 
around to the Haulover canal, is now in pos- 
|session of a club of sportsmen headed by Com- 
-modore J. H. Allen, who expects to make of it 
a great resort for those who love either fishing 
(or hunting or both, and as it abounds in ducks 
!in winter and is full of fish at all seasons, it 
‘promises to be a success. There are still deer 
inot far away on the savannahs to the west of 
ithe river. The Haulover canal, something like a 
!mile in length, cutting the narrow strip of land 
and rock which separates the Mosquito Lagoon 
from the head of Indian River, perpetuates the 
name given to the portage in the old days when 
the carts of the dwellers on this neck of land 
were brought into requisition when boats from 
below or above encountered the barrier. 
It is well, sometimes, to remember the old days 
by names which, of themselves, tell the story of 
their time. So the Haulover it was, and the 
Haulover it will remain. The pioneer of those 
lays counted those his neighbors who lived many 
niles away and planted his orange groves and 
ished and hunted and dodged Indians as all other 
pioneers of America have done. He came for 
‘imate mostly, and to-day, while all else has 
|shanged, the climate never; it is still the most 
jeductive all-the-year-round climate on earth. 
\Che voice of the sea floats over the sand dunes, 
jhe sound of the whistle of the locomotive comes 
mt of the distant forest, all kinds of craft sail 
jy him, and the enchantment of the air is his 
lways and ever. 
| It is a tide stretch of water from the mouth 
'£ the Haulover to Titusville. This is the head- 
rater of Indian River, a waterway remarkable 
or many things. It is very shallow, with a 
andy bottom and a shore without the usual 
jorder of salt marsh, whose wide expanse is such 
marked characteristic of the Matanzas, Hali- 
ix and Hillsborough rivers. 
On your left as you sail toward Titusville are 
ie low shores of the Haulover peninsula and 
ther on the north end of Merritt’s Island, 
here many of the early orange groves were 
anted. Here was the famous Dummitt grove 
fore and during the Indian wars. On the right 
retches away the forest of palmettos wide with 
stas of savannahs dotted with clumps of pal- 
etto. 
The Titusville wharf is that of a typical fish- 
AULOVER 
CANAL BETWEEN INDIAN RIVER AND 
ing place with nets and lines, and the fishers 
comprise men, women and children. Here we 
came to anchor for the night. A party can make 
themselves very comfortable here as long as they 
wish to stay. We left at,six in the morning with 
the mockingbird still singing his morning song 
and leaving Commodore Allen behind, as his busi- 
ness would not permit him to go further just 
then, he was so busy with club arrangements and 
with getting up a long distance race for motor 
boats to start from St. Augustine for Miami 
some time during the coming season. This long 
distance race of more than 300 miles will be sure 
to attract great attention from all the sporting 
world, and, indeed, from all those who have any 
interest in these matters. 
Our cook, with his larder replenished from a 
silyer hook—for we had now no leisure to fish 
by the way—had our breakfast ready by 7:30. 
There is one advantage of fishing with a silver 
hook; one can have a choice of a great variety 
of fish, We sat after breakfast on the cabin 
top and smoked, and continued the tales of yes- 
terday. Stories of the open ocean are almost in 
order, for the river is seven miles wide at one 
place near Titusville. Looking back at the fast 
receding wharf of Titusville, some of us called 
to mind the time, not so far away, when it was 
the head of steam navigation for the larger craft 
from Jupiter and the terminus of the railway 
from the north. Since then times have changed, 
and the smokestacks of the Mississippi steamer 
no longer loom in the distance. Even the trad- 
ing boat, which carried a general cargo of dry 
goods and groceries, sailing leisurely along, stop- 
ping with or without signal at every man’s wharf 
—and every man had his own wharf—has almost 
disappeared, for the railroad has assumed all 
the work of transportation and trade. There are 
many signs, however, that this wonderful water- 
way is Once more coming into its own, now that 
the gateway is opened. Numerous boats are being 
built and the gasolene and electric motors that 
have revolutionized the smaller craft will make 
the river lively again. One cannot but regret the 
disappearance of the sailing yacht, but the greater 
mobility of the newer craft reconciles us some- 
what to the change. 
With many reminiscences of days spent along 
the river the day passed. We have sailed by 
Indianola and Merritt on one side, and City 
Point and Cocoa and Rockledge on the other. 
The beauty of Rockledge and the little village 
of Cocoa, which adjoins it, is largely in the 
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LAGOON, | 
rocky ledge which forms the river boundary, in 
the dense growth of the hammock and in the 
long miles of orange groves whose fruit has made 
the name of the Indian River orange famous all 
over the world. The oranges from Merritt’s 
Island, just opposite, are now contesting with 
Rockledge, and favorably, too, for the favor of 
the world of orange lovers. 
An hour or two *further, and we passed the 
narrow mouth of the Banana River, east of Mer- 
ritt’s Island. Like Indian River, it is wide, and 
for the greater part very shallow, abounding in 
fish and in winter with ducks. A little distance 
above its mouth, on its eastern shore, there rises 
a very large shell heap, remarkable for being 
for the most part composed of a shell now long 
extinct on the east coast, and only to be found 

as living species southwest of Key West. This 
is one way of estimating the great age of some 
of these mounds. A most remarkable thing 
connected with this mound is that a well de- 
fined road, still plainly to be traced, runs from 
the mound to the sea, nearly a mile. Where its 
course crosses the savannahs they been 
filled up. What should have been its purpose can, 
of course, be only a matter for conjecture. 
It was not far to Eau Gallie, the long-time 
home of Captain Gleason, and there is a deep 
water creek which affords safe and roomy har- 
bor, for the building and repair of vessels, and 
while, Mr. Miles 
under- 
have 
there we stopped for a little 
and Captain Gleason inspecting the dredge 
going repairs. Further up the Eau Gallie stream 
were some of the old boats of the river of the 
old days, their work done forever. The 
abled hulk of a vessel, that for so long carried 
its living freight and finally has fallen into decay 
and been perforce abandoned, has always had a 
dis- 
melancholy interest for me. 
The dredge, now such a feature along lines 
of water travel, was found in good progress of 
repair and we sailed away, leaving behind the 
usual group of fishermen, large and small, with 
catches covering a half dozen varieties. The 
river was still wide, until passing the island 
known as Grant’s Farm, and the resort of num- 
bers of birds of plumage now protected by the 
law, more or less well observed, we entered the 
cluster of islands, making what is known as 
Indian River Narrows. In the distance Pelican 
Island is pointed out, the abode of hundreds of 
these birds, which are protected by the United 
States warden, This colony scatters every morn- 
ing on a fishing expedition, many miles along the 

