pilot - an old guide (Bennett?) who was very
interesting. The first incident was turning about (scow & all) to wait
for a man and boy who were left. Then the boat had to be “trimmed”
by re–ad- justing the passengers (one couldn’t move when once
seated) and then more twisting and turning occurred in four miles of
“Brown’s Tract Inlet” – a miniature
“Marion River” – but narrower and crookeder – while the
pilot crowded over the difficulties of the way – as I compared it to
the Mississippi – and pointed out muskrats and things to me
and a party of four from Fourth Lake
cackled and chattered & Trudy
& I got sunburned and the man who almost got left counted and
recounted his bundles over – with the boy – finally we reached a
“carry” where a back board (4 seated) and a baggage–scow–wagon were
waiting and we had the satisfaction of watching our trunks go on ahead –
Trudy
& I sat with the driver – (who was the pilot!) Over 3/4 of mile
of the worst road it was ever my pleasure to see! The bottom was
logs – on the swamp land
1899
pilot - an old guide (Bennett?) who was very
interesting. The first incident was turning about (scow & all) to wait
for a man and boy who were left. Then the boat had to be “trimmed”
by re–ad- justing the passengers (one couldn’t move when once
seated) and then more twisting and turning occurred in four miles of
“Brown’s Tract Inlet” – a miniature
“Marion River” – but narrower and crookeder – while the
pilot crowded over the difficulties of the way – as I compared it to
the Mississippi – and pointed out muskrats and things to me
and a party of four from Fourth Lake
cackled and chattered & Trudy
& I got sunburned and the man who almost got left counted and
recounted his bundles over – with the boy – finally we reached a
“carry” where a back board (4 seated) and a baggage–scow–wagon were
waiting and we had the satisfaction of watching our trunks go on ahead –
Trudy
& I sat with the driver – (who was the pilot!) Over 3/4 of mile
of the worst road it was ever my pleasure to see! The bottom was
logs – on the swamp land
1899
pilot - an old guide (Bennett?) who was very
interesting. The first incident was turning about (scow & all) to wait
for a man and boy who were left. Then the boat had to be “trimmed”
by re–ad- justing the passengers (one couldn’t move when once
seated) and then more twisting and turning occurred in four miles of
“Brown’s Tract Inlet” – a miniature
“Marion River” – but narrower and crookeder – while the
pilot crowded over the difficulties of the way – as I compared it to
the Mississippi – and pointed out muskrats and things to me
and a party of four from Fourth Lake
cackled and chattered & Trudy
& I got sunburned and the man who almost got left counted and
recounted his bundles over – with the boy – finally we reached a
“carry” where a back board (4 seated) and a baggage–scow–wagon were
waiting and we had the satisfaction of watching our trunks go on ahead –
Trudy
& I sat with the driver – (who was the pilot!) Over 3/4 of mile
of the worst road it was ever my pleasure to see! The bottom was
logs – on the swamp land
