Ingraham Expedition: March 16, Wednesday
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Ingraham Expedition: March 16, Wednesday
Original Source
Encoded texts are derived from three typescript accounts of the 1892 Everglades Exploration Expedition found in the James E. Ingraham Papers and the Chase Collection in the Special and Area Studies Collections Department of the University of Florida George A. Smathers Libraries. Digital reproductions of the typescripts are available at:
Moses, W.R., Record of the Everglade Exploration Expedition
Church, A., A Dash Through the Everglades
Contents
- Front Matter
- March 12, Saturday
- March 13, Sunday
- March 14, Monday
- March 15, Tuesday
- March 16, Wednesday
- March 17, Thursday
- March 18, Friday
- March 19, Saturday
- March 20, Sunday
- March 21, Monday
- March 22, Tuesday
- March 23, Wednesday
- March 24, Thursday
- March 25, Friday
- March 26, Saturday
- March 27, Sunday
- March 28, Monday
- March 29, Tuesday
- March 30, Wednesday
- March 31, Thursday
- April 1, Friday
- April 2, Saturday
- April 3, Sunday
- April 4, Monday
- April 5, Tuesday
- April 6, Wednesday
- April 7, Thursday
- April 8, Friday
- April 9, Saturday
- April 10, Sunday
- April 11, Monday
- April 12, Tuesday
- April 13, Wednesday
- April 14, Thursday
- April 15, Friday
- April 16, Saturday
- Back Matter
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2015
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CAMP NO. 1, March 16th.
The secretary was detailed to go down town and hurry up teams about which there was some unaccountable delay.
The first team got away about 8 A.M., with Mr. Ingraham, Mr. Chase and Mr. Church, being Mr. Frank Hendry's single horse wagon. The balance of the party started about 10 A.M. owing to failure of Mr. Langford's team to arrive earlier.
Rev. Mr. Frazee came to the camp and bade us good bye.
Took dinner at 7 mile cypress on the south east road, where we remained until 2:30 P.M. All the party together. Drove until sunset, going into camp at half way pond, being half way between Myers and the Allen place.
Some of the party began to have blistered feet and mutton tallow was served out to such as required it. All very tired.
The country today was rather poor flat woods. [Cross] tie timber very scarce. No occupied houses the whole way. Passed two or three abandoned places with small buildings. March 16th. Broke camp. Teams failed [to appear] and began march to Ft. Shackleford. Went into Camp #2 at Half Way pond, 18 miles from Myers. Country flat. Scrub pines and sapling cypress; ground poor. Wednesday, March 16, 1892
Next morning our departure from this camp was delayed by the failure of the wagons to appear, but about eight o'clock one came up, and after being loaded went forwards towards Ft. Shackleford, the driver being instructed that our camp that night would be at "Half-Way Ponds."
Mr. Sydney and I were tired of waiting at camp, so we decided to follow the first wagon; the sun was hot and I wore a pair of new shoes which began to gall me terribly, but I thought it would never do to complain so early in the game, so I walked on with a "smile on my lip but a tear in my eye," trying not to limp any worse than possible under the circumstances. Tramping in the hot sun makes dinner time come early, but as no sign of those behind us could be perceived we kept tramping on, devoutly hoping those in the rear would come up with the provisions by supper time. About one o'clock, just as we had passed a small pond where as someone remarked there was a beautiful place for a "picnic dinner", we heard shouts and shouting behind us, and halting awhile saw a man riding toward us; when he came up he proved to be George Hendry, one of our guides, who had come forward from the other party to bring us some dinner. We found he had brought a hunting coat, its pockets filled with crackers and cans of potted ham, and a coffee pot and some coffee. When he alit that day and exhibited his six feet, four inches of height, with the picturesque addition of a broad felt hat, a pair of immense top boots and jingling spurs, I was very favorably impressed with him, but when he said; "Boys, I've ridden up from the other crowd to bring you some coffee and crackers", I "fell dead in love with him." The most noticeable things about George Hendry were his big eyes and his big heart. Not that they were all visible to the material eye, but if you were with him long one was to be perceived as plainly as the other. His large, tender, grey eyes, fringed with long lashes, contrasted so oddly with his rough address and appearance, but they never missed seeing when he could be of any assistance, and his kind heart never failed to move him to attempt the service.
When we reached "Half Way Ponds" that evening my new shoes had raised a blister as big as a half dollar on each of my heels, and what was worse one of the blisters had "gone into bankruptcy" and left literally nothing between my sock and flesh. After resting a little I went down to the pond, and taking off my shoes and my socks with the smallest possible amount of cuticle adhering, tenderly [bathed] my poor feet in its cooling water; that duty attended to I returned to the shade of the trees, and [before] very long some of the other crowd came up and commenced making camp. Several of the men had their feet in the same condition as mine, but that did not take away our appetite or keep us awake, and I venture to say all of us enjoyed that supper and slept as sweetly that night as we ever did.
The secretary was detailed to go down town and hurry up teams about which there was some unaccountable delay.
The first team got away about 8 A.M., with Mr. Ingraham, Mr. Chase and Mr. Church, being Mr. Frank Hendry's single horse wagon. The balance of the party started about 10 A.M. owing to failure of Mr. Langford's team to arrive earlier.
Rev. Mr. Frazee came to the camp and bade us good bye.
Took dinner at 7 mile cypress on the south east road, where we remained until 2:30 P.M. All the party together. Drove until sunset, going into camp at half way pond, being half way between Myers and the Allen place.
Some of the party began to have blistered feet and mutton tallow was served out to such as required it. All very tired.
The country today was rather poor flat woods. [Cross] tie timber very scarce. No occupied houses the whole way. Passed two or three abandoned places with small buildings. March 16th. Broke camp. Teams failed [to appear] and began march to Ft. Shackleford. Went into Camp #2 at Half Way pond, 18 miles from Myers. Country flat. Scrub pines and sapling cypress; ground poor. Wednesday, March 16, 1892
Next morning our departure from this camp was delayed by the failure of the wagons to appear, but about eight o'clock one came up, and after being loaded went forwards towards Ft. Shackleford, the driver being instructed that our camp that night would be at "Half-Way Ponds."
Mr. Sydney and I were tired of waiting at camp, so we decided to follow the first wagon; the sun was hot and I wore a pair of new shoes which began to gall me terribly, but I thought it would never do to complain so early in the game, so I walked on with a "smile on my lip but a tear in my eye," trying not to limp any worse than possible under the circumstances. Tramping in the hot sun makes dinner time come early, but as no sign of those behind us could be perceived we kept tramping on, devoutly hoping those in the rear would come up with the provisions by supper time. About one o'clock, just as we had passed a small pond where as someone remarked there was a beautiful place for a "picnic dinner", we heard shouts and shouting behind us, and halting awhile saw a man riding toward us; when he came up he proved to be George Hendry, one of our guides, who had come forward from the other party to bring us some dinner. We found he had brought a hunting coat, its pockets filled with crackers and cans of potted ham, and a coffee pot and some coffee. When he alit that day and exhibited his six feet, four inches of height, with the picturesque addition of a broad felt hat, a pair of immense top boots and jingling spurs, I was very favorably impressed with him, but when he said; "Boys, I've ridden up from the other crowd to bring you some coffee and crackers", I "fell dead in love with him." The most noticeable things about George Hendry were his big eyes and his big heart. Not that they were all visible to the material eye, but if you were with him long one was to be perceived as plainly as the other. His large, tender, grey eyes, fringed with long lashes, contrasted so oddly with his rough address and appearance, but they never missed seeing when he could be of any assistance, and his kind heart never failed to move him to attempt the service.
When we reached "Half Way Ponds" that evening my new shoes had raised a blister as big as a half dollar on each of my heels, and what was worse one of the blisters had "gone into bankruptcy" and left literally nothing between my sock and flesh. After resting a little I went down to the pond, and taking off my shoes and my socks with the smallest possible amount of cuticle adhering, tenderly [bathed] my poor feet in its cooling water; that duty attended to I returned to the shade of the trees, and [before] very long some of the other crowd came up and commenced making camp. Several of the men had their feet in the same condition as mine, but that did not take away our appetite or keep us awake, and I venture to say all of us enjoyed that supper and slept as sweetly that night as we ever did.
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CAMP NO. 1, March 16th.
The secretary was detailed to go down town and hurry up teams about which there was some unaccountable delay.
The first team got away about 8 A.M., with Mr. Ingraham, Mr. Chase and Mr. Church, being Mr. Frank Hendry's single horse wagon. The balance of the party started about 10 A.M. owing to failure of Mr. Langford's team to arrive earlier.
Rev. Mr. Frazee came to the camp and bade us good bye.
Took dinner at 7 mile cypress on the south east road, where we remained until 2:30 P.M. All the party together. Drove until sunset, going into camp at half way pond, being half way between Myers and the Allen place.
Some of the party began to have blistered feet and mutton tallow was served out to such as required it. All very tired.
The country today was rather poor flat woods. [Cross] tie timber very scarce. No occupied houses the whole way. Passed two or three abandoned places with small buildings. March 16th. Broke camp. Teams failed [to appear] and began march to Ft. Shackleford. Went into Camp #2 at Half Way pond, 18 miles from Myers. Country flat. Scrub pines and sapling cypress; ground poor. Wednesday, March 16, 1892
Next morning our departure from this camp was delayed by the failure of the wagons to appear, but about eight o'clock one came up, and after being loaded went forwards towards Ft. Shackleford, the driver being instructed that our camp that night would be at "Half-Way Ponds."
Mr. Sydney and I were tired of waiting at camp, so we decided to follow the first wagon; the sun was hot and I wore a pair of new shoes which began to gall me terribly, but I thought it would never do to complain so early in the game, so I walked on with a "smile on my lip but a tear in my eye," trying not to limp any worse than possible under the circumstances. Tramping in the hot sun makes dinner time come early, but as no sign of those behind us could be perceived we kept tramping on, devoutly hoping those in the rear would come up with the provisions by supper time. About one o'clock, just as we had passed a small pond where as someone remarked there was a beautiful place for a "picnic dinner", we heard shouts and shouting behind us, and halting awhile saw a man riding toward us; when he came up he proved to be George Hendry, one of our guides, who had come forward from the other party to bring us some dinner. We found he had brought a hunting coat, its pockets filled with crackers and cans of potted ham, and a coffee pot and some coffee. When he alit that day and exhibited his six feet, four inches of height, with the picturesque addition of a broad felt hat, a pair of immense top boots and jingling spurs, I was very favorably impressed with him, but when he said; "Boys, I've ridden up from the other crowd to bring you some coffee and crackers", I "fell dead in love with him." The most noticeable things about George Hendry were his big eyes and his big heart. Not that they were all visible to the material eye, but if you were with him long one was to be perceived as plainly as the other. His large, tender, grey eyes, fringed with long lashes, contrasted so oddly with his rough address and appearance, but they never missed seeing when he could be of any assistance, and his kind heart never failed to move him to attempt the service.
When we reached "Half Way Ponds" that evening my new shoes had raised a blister as big as a half dollar on each of my heels, and what was worse one of the blisters had "gone into bankruptcy" and left literally nothing between my sock and flesh. After resting a little I went down to the pond, and taking off my shoes and my socks with the smallest possible amount of cuticle adhering, tenderly [bathed] my poor feet in its cooling water; that duty attended to I returned to the shade of the trees, and [before] very long some of the other crowd came up and commenced making camp. Several of the men had their feet in the same condition as mine, but that did not take away our appetite or keep us awake, and I venture to say all of us enjoyed that supper and slept as sweetly that night as we ever did.
The secretary was detailed to go down town and hurry up teams about which there was some unaccountable delay.
The first team got away about 8 A.M., with Mr. Ingraham, Mr. Chase and Mr. Church, being Mr. Frank Hendry's single horse wagon. The balance of the party started about 10 A.M. owing to failure of Mr. Langford's team to arrive earlier.
Rev. Mr. Frazee came to the camp and bade us good bye.
Took dinner at 7 mile cypress on the south east road, where we remained until 2:30 P.M. All the party together. Drove until sunset, going into camp at half way pond, being half way between Myers and the Allen place.
Some of the party began to have blistered feet and mutton tallow was served out to such as required it. All very tired.
The country today was rather poor flat woods. [Cross] tie timber very scarce. No occupied houses the whole way. Passed two or three abandoned places with small buildings. March 16th. Broke camp. Teams failed [to appear] and began march to Ft. Shackleford. Went into Camp #2 at Half Way pond, 18 miles from Myers. Country flat. Scrub pines and sapling cypress; ground poor. Wednesday, March 16, 1892
Next morning our departure from this camp was delayed by the failure of the wagons to appear, but about eight o'clock one came up, and after being loaded went forwards towards Ft. Shackleford, the driver being instructed that our camp that night would be at "Half-Way Ponds."
Mr. Sydney and I were tired of waiting at camp, so we decided to follow the first wagon; the sun was hot and I wore a pair of new shoes which began to gall me terribly, but I thought it would never do to complain so early in the game, so I walked on with a "smile on my lip but a tear in my eye," trying not to limp any worse than possible under the circumstances. Tramping in the hot sun makes dinner time come early, but as no sign of those behind us could be perceived we kept tramping on, devoutly hoping those in the rear would come up with the provisions by supper time. About one o'clock, just as we had passed a small pond where as someone remarked there was a beautiful place for a "picnic dinner", we heard shouts and shouting behind us, and halting awhile saw a man riding toward us; when he came up he proved to be George Hendry, one of our guides, who had come forward from the other party to bring us some dinner. We found he had brought a hunting coat, its pockets filled with crackers and cans of potted ham, and a coffee pot and some coffee. When he alit that day and exhibited his six feet, four inches of height, with the picturesque addition of a broad felt hat, a pair of immense top boots and jingling spurs, I was very favorably impressed with him, but when he said; "Boys, I've ridden up from the other crowd to bring you some coffee and crackers", I "fell dead in love with him." The most noticeable things about George Hendry were his big eyes and his big heart. Not that they were all visible to the material eye, but if you were with him long one was to be perceived as plainly as the other. His large, tender, grey eyes, fringed with long lashes, contrasted so oddly with his rough address and appearance, but they never missed seeing when he could be of any assistance, and his kind heart never failed to move him to attempt the service.
When we reached "Half Way Ponds" that evening my new shoes had raised a blister as big as a half dollar on each of my heels, and what was worse one of the blisters had "gone into bankruptcy" and left literally nothing between my sock and flesh. After resting a little I went down to the pond, and taking off my shoes and my socks with the smallest possible amount of cuticle adhering, tenderly [bathed] my poor feet in its cooling water; that duty attended to I returned to the shade of the trees, and [before] very long some of the other crowd came up and commenced making camp. Several of the men had their feet in the same condition as mine, but that did not take away our appetite or keep us awake, and I venture to say all of us enjoyed that supper and slept as sweetly that night as we ever did.
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CAMP NO. 1, March 16th.
The secretary was detailed to go down town and hurry up teams about which there was some unaccountable delay.
The first team got away about 8 A.M., with Mr. Ingraham, Mr. Chase and Mr. Church, being Mr. Frank Hendry's single horse wagon. The balance of the party started about 10 A.M. owing to failure of Mr. Langford's team to arrive earlier.
Rev. Mr. Frazee came to the camp and bade us good bye.
Took dinner at 7 mile cypress on the south east road, where we remained until 2:30 P.M. All the party together. Drove until sunset, going into camp at half way pond, being half way between Myers and the Allen place.
Some of the party began to have blistered feet and mutton tallow was served out to such as required it. All very tired.
The country today was rather poor flat woods. [Cross] tie timber very scarce. No occupied houses the whole way. Passed two or three abandoned places with small buildings. March 16th. Broke camp. Teams failed [to appear] and began march to Ft. Shackleford. Went into Camp #2 at Half Way pond, 18 miles from Myers. Country flat. Scrub pines and sapling cypress; ground poor. Wednesday, March 16, 1892
Next morning our departure from this camp was delayed by the failure of the wagons to appear, but about eight o'clock one came up, and after being loaded went forwards towards Ft. Shackleford, the driver being instructed that our camp that night would be at "Half-Way Ponds."
Mr. Sydney and I were tired of waiting at camp, so we decided to follow the first wagon; the sun was hot and I wore a pair of new shoes which began to gall me terribly, but I thought it would never do to complain so early in the game, so I walked on with a "smile on my lip but a tear in my eye," trying not to limp any worse than possible under the circumstances. Tramping in the hot sun makes dinner time come early, but as no sign of those behind us could be perceived we kept tramping on, devoutly hoping those in the rear would come up with the provisions by supper time. About one o'clock, just as we had passed a small pond where as someone remarked there was a beautiful place for a "picnic dinner", we heard shouts and shouting behind us, and halting awhile saw a man riding toward us; when he came up he proved to be George Hendry, one of our guides, who had come forward from the other party to bring us some dinner. We found he had brought a hunting coat, its pockets filled with crackers and cans of potted ham, and a coffee pot and some coffee. When he alit that day and exhibited his six feet, four inches of height, with the picturesque addition of a broad felt hat, a pair of immense top boots and jingling spurs, I was very favorably impressed with him, but when he said; "Boys, I've ridden up from the other crowd to bring you some coffee and crackers", I "fell dead in love with him." The most noticeable things about George Hendry were his big eyes and his big heart. Not that they were all visible to the material eye, but if you were with him long one was to be perceived as plainly as the other. His large, tender, grey eyes, fringed with long lashes, contrasted so oddly with his rough address and appearance, but they never missed seeing when he could be of any assistance, and his kind heart never failed to move him to attempt the service.
When we reached "Half Way Ponds" that evening my new shoes had raised a blister as big as a half dollar on each of my heels, and what was worse one of the blisters had "gone into bankruptcy" and left literally nothing between my sock and flesh. After resting a little I went down to the pond, and taking off my shoes and my socks with the smallest possible amount of cuticle adhering, tenderly [bathed] my poor feet in its cooling water; that duty attended to I returned to the shade of the trees, and [before] very long some of the other crowd came up and commenced making camp. Several of the men had their feet in the same condition as mine, but that did not take away our appetite or keep us awake, and I venture to say all of us enjoyed that supper and slept as sweetly that night as we ever did.
The secretary was detailed to go down town and hurry up teams about which there was some unaccountable delay.
The first team got away about 8 A.M., with Mr. Ingraham, Mr. Chase and Mr. Church, being Mr. Frank Hendry's single horse wagon. The balance of the party started about 10 A.M. owing to failure of Mr. Langford's team to arrive earlier.
Rev. Mr. Frazee came to the camp and bade us good bye.
Took dinner at 7 mile cypress on the south east road, where we remained until 2:30 P.M. All the party together. Drove until sunset, going into camp at half way pond, being half way between Myers and the Allen place.
Some of the party began to have blistered feet and mutton tallow was served out to such as required it. All very tired.
The country today was rather poor flat woods. [Cross] tie timber very scarce. No occupied houses the whole way. Passed two or three abandoned places with small buildings. March 16th. Broke camp. Teams failed [to appear] and began march to Ft. Shackleford. Went into Camp #2 at Half Way pond, 18 miles from Myers. Country flat. Scrub pines and sapling cypress; ground poor. Wednesday, March 16, 1892
Next morning our departure from this camp was delayed by the failure of the wagons to appear, but about eight o'clock one came up, and after being loaded went forwards towards Ft. Shackleford, the driver being instructed that our camp that night would be at "Half-Way Ponds."
Mr. Sydney and I were tired of waiting at camp, so we decided to follow the first wagon; the sun was hot and I wore a pair of new shoes which began to gall me terribly, but I thought it would never do to complain so early in the game, so I walked on with a "smile on my lip but a tear in my eye," trying not to limp any worse than possible under the circumstances. Tramping in the hot sun makes dinner time come early, but as no sign of those behind us could be perceived we kept tramping on, devoutly hoping those in the rear would come up with the provisions by supper time. About one o'clock, just as we had passed a small pond where as someone remarked there was a beautiful place for a "picnic dinner", we heard shouts and shouting behind us, and halting awhile saw a man riding toward us; when he came up he proved to be George Hendry, one of our guides, who had come forward from the other party to bring us some dinner. We found he had brought a hunting coat, its pockets filled with crackers and cans of potted ham, and a coffee pot and some coffee. When he alit that day and exhibited his six feet, four inches of height, with the picturesque addition of a broad felt hat, a pair of immense top boots and jingling spurs, I was very favorably impressed with him, but when he said; "Boys, I've ridden up from the other crowd to bring you some coffee and crackers", I "fell dead in love with him." The most noticeable things about George Hendry were his big eyes and his big heart. Not that they were all visible to the material eye, but if you were with him long one was to be perceived as plainly as the other. His large, tender, grey eyes, fringed with long lashes, contrasted so oddly with his rough address and appearance, but they never missed seeing when he could be of any assistance, and his kind heart never failed to move him to attempt the service.
When we reached "Half Way Ponds" that evening my new shoes had raised a blister as big as a half dollar on each of my heels, and what was worse one of the blisters had "gone into bankruptcy" and left literally nothing between my sock and flesh. After resting a little I went down to the pond, and taking off my shoes and my socks with the smallest possible amount of cuticle adhering, tenderly [bathed] my poor feet in its cooling water; that duty attended to I returned to the shade of the trees, and [before] very long some of the other crowd came up and commenced making camp. Several of the men had their feet in the same condition as mine, but that did not take away our appetite or keep us awake, and I venture to say all of us enjoyed that supper and slept as sweetly that night as we ever did.
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