The Rudder Grangers Abroad and Other Stories by Frank Richard Stockton
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earth is in one or the other of those three places."
"As far as I am concerned," said Euphemia, "the Indian River is in the last place." "Then we must hasten to take it out," said the teacher, and she dived into the cabin, soon reappearing with a folding map of Florida. "Here," she said, "do you see that wide river running along part of the Atlantic coast of the State, and extending down as far as Jupiter Inlet? That is Indian River, and we are on it. Its chief characteristics are that it is not a river, but an arm of the sea, and that it is full of fish." "It seems to me to be so full," said I, "that there is not room for them all--that is, if we are to judge by the way the mullet jump out." "I think," said the teacher, making a spot with her pencil on the map, "that just now we are about here." "It is the first time," said Euphemia, "that I ever looked upon an unknown region on the map, and felt I was there." Our plans for travel and living were very simple. We had provided ourselves on starting with provisions for several weeks, and while on the river we cooked and ate on board our little vessel. When we reached Jupiter Inlet we intended to go into camp. Every night we anchored near the shore. Euphemia and I occupied the cabin of the boat; a tent was pitched on shore for the Teller and his wife; there was another tent for the captain and his boy, and this was shared by the contemplative young man. |
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