d.i.c.k in the Everglades.
by A. W. Dimock.
PREFACE
d.i.c.k in the Everglades is a true story. All that imagination had to do with it was to find names for the boys and arrange a sequence of events. Other characters, white and Indian, appear under names similar to, or identical with their own. Any old alligator hunter, familiar with the swamps and the Ten Thousand Islands, can follow the course of the explorers from the text of the story. It would be possible for two fearless boys, imbued with a love of Nature and the wilderness, to repeat, incident by incident, the feats of the explorers in the identical places mentioned in the story.
Many of the stories are understatements, seldom is one exaggerated.
I have been asked if it were possible for a boy to handle a manatee in the water as one of the boys was represented as doing. I have done it myself three times with manatees three times the size of these in the story. In the story the manatees escaped. Two of those which I captured were sent to the New York Aquarium, where one of them lived for twenty months. The crocodiles which the boys sent to the Zoological Park may be seen to-day, alive and well in the reptile house. The frequent swamping of canoes and skiffs by porpoises, or dolphins, tarpon and manatees are all experiences of my own.
Aside from the Government charts which give the coast line only, the existing maps of the scene of the story are worse than useless. In them a hundred square miles are given to Ponce de Leon Bay, which doesn"t exist, unless the little depression in the coast which is called Shark River Bight is accounted a bay. Rivers are omitted; one with a mouth fifty feet wide is represented as a mile broad. A little stream four miles long is sent wandering over a hundred and forty miles of imaginary territory. I have sailed and paddled for days at a time over the watercourses of South Florida, with a compa.s.s before me and a pad at hand on which every change of course was noted and distances estimated, and although no attempt at accurate charting has ever been made, I am quite sure that none of the natural features or products of the country traversed by the young explorers have been misrepresented in the book.
The pictures are from photographs taken on the scene of the incidents they ill.u.s.trate. They show more conclusively than can any words of mine, how beautiful is the region traversed by the boy explorers and what interesting and exciting adventures they enjoyed.
d.i.c.k IN THE EVERGLADES
CHAPTER I
THE CHUMS
"Come in!"
The doctor"s voice had a note of sternness which was not lost on the two boys waiting outside his study door. The taller of the two, Ned Barstow, turned the handle and stepped into the study, followed immediately by d.i.c.k Williams. The doctor, sitting behind his desk, looked decidedly uncompromising as he said:
"Now, Barstow and Williams, you were absent from your room last night. Where were you?"
"Camping in Farmer Field"s woods, sir," replied Ned Barstow.
"How often has this happened before?"
"Twice, sir."
"Was any one else with you?"
"Only last night, sir. Another boy was with us then," said Ned.
"Who was he?"
"I can"t tell you, sir."
"Williams, you may go now. I will see you later."
After the door had closed on Williams, the doctor turned again to Barstow, and said:
"Barstow, I have always felt that I could rely upon your influence with the younger boys being for good. Now, I find you aiding to upset the whole discipline of the school by this camping affair. I hope there has been nothing worse. You know I never insist on tale-bearing regarding mere boyish escapades, but I would like to know if there was any other reason for your refusing to give up your companion"s name."
"Yes, sir, there was. We had a chicken for supper, that was taken from Farmer Field"s poultry-house."
"Did you or Williams steal that chicken, Barstow?"
"No, sir, but we knew about it and helped eat it, and are just as much to blame as the boy who took it."
"And, now, you mean to protect the thief?"
"Well, you see, Doctor, a good many fellows don"t look at hooking apples, or nuts, or chickens as real stealing."
"What do you think about it?" asked the doctor.
"I think it was wrong and I am very sorry it happened. It won"t occur again."
"I have no fear that it will. But it is too serious an offence to be lightly pa.s.sed over. In the first place you and Williams must see Farmer Field, tell him what you have done and pay for the chicken that was--taken. After that I will talk with you. Now send Williams to me."
When d.i.c.k Williams came in the doctor began:
"Williams, how much do you love your mother?"
"Why, more than anyone else in the world, sir."
"She is keeping you here at considerable expense. Don"t you think you owe it to her to pay more attention to your studies?"
"Yes, Doctor, and I am going to do better hereafter."
"How will your mother feel when she hears of this chicken-stealing episode?"
"Oh! Doctor; she mustn"t hear of it that way. We didn"t think of it as stealing last night, but this morning Ned and I talked about it and we are going to see Farmer Field and tell him what we did and pay for the chicken."
"Do you mean, d.i.c.k," and the good doctor"s voice shook a little as he asked the question, "that you and Ned decided to tell Farmer Field about the taking of his chicken, before you knew that I had heard of your camping out?"
"Why, yes, sir. I supposed Ned had told you."
"Your friend Ned is rather a curious boy, but when you are in doubt about the right and wrong of anything, you might do worse than ask his advice."
"Oh! I get enough of that without asking for it," said d.i.c.k.
And the doctor laughed, but he soon looked pretty serious again, and said:
"d.i.c.k, I think no one will tell your mother and she need never know, but I hope you will tell her all about it of your own accord."
"Sure!" said d.i.c.k, "I couldn"t keep that or anythink else away from Mumsey for five minutes after I saw her."
There was a significant pause, during which the doctor stroked his chin meditatively before asking: