The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-04-12
CAMP "ENo o, NOWHERE"

command Of my nephew, Harry B.
Gibbs, who accompanies us, and who
shall be known hereinafter as "B'',
in the interest of brevitys as well as
to keep him from getting mixed with
our Harry.
Neck and neck we raced up Escam-
bia bay for thirty minutes, when B.
broke down. My own engine troubles
were so recent that took him in tow
without grumbling He said it was the
how he got into action just before we
reached here, which would seem to
indicate that he really knew.
We anchored about one hundred
yards off shore, in four feet Of water,
at about AIS, about ten miles from
Pensacola, on the east side of Escam-
bia bay, about half way between
Trout bayou and Indian bayou. Our
camp is in pretty grove Of cedar,
pine. magnolia, hickory and moss
sandy beach in front, and water for
ten miles to the northwest, for three
or four miles to the west, and for as
far as We can see to the southwark.
On the opposite shore we have a great
view Of the Escambia bluffs and high
lands, which for ten or twelve miles
are seventy to one hundred feet high,
and lack but little, If any, of the pic
turesqueness of the Palisades Of the
Hudson.
Our camp is now fully established.
We have three tents, with q fly be-
tween two of them, and a boat avn
ing hung a little way off for a kitch-
en- and mess tent. In the tents, I'M
der our bedding, we have six inches
of cedar boughs, and, believe me, the
sleeping is fine.
From this delightful spot, which
the Missus slightingly calls 'the end
of nowhere" we will make short ex-
cursions to nearby places of interest,
and at no time will be more than an
hour or two distant from a doctor.
Tom, our new boy, and the cause OF
our caution, seems charmed with his
surroundings, and sleeps or coos or
sucks his thumb, most of the time
Just now his mother IS worrying out
loud about poor little Toms morn
ing bath" tell her that if I were
same sort of a bath that the rest of
our babies are getting, viz: in the
bay.
Not less happy than Tom. is our
new dog. He came to our house last
Sunday, a lean, hungry. tailless yell
low dog. We, meaning Dick, Charlie,
Harry, Tom, (I hold Toms proxy in
such matters) and l. agreed that the
dog needed just such an outing as
this. Already he shows a marked inn
provement. Not only are his hip
bones and ribs less prominent, but he
word he will come bounding joy
fully to you, instead of creeping along
with downcast eyes and dropping
ears We have named him Fangs,
making about the fortieth dog of that
name that ! have owned since. as
boy, I read Ivanhoe. But it seems a
hard name for the children to remem-
Der. They get it Bangs, Fango and
Tango. The Missus reports that Fanss
slept on her feet all last night and
that she didn't kick him off because
she thought it was Charlie.
''B" is some sort of a flag off1cer
in the Boy Scouts, and made a pretty
good Job of pitching his tent. He ex-
pressed some surprise at my ability
in that line and asked where l had
learned to pitch a tent. / replied, IN
the army. under Cap'n George $40
cunnb." ''B" was impressed.
Captain George used to urge upon
us militiamen the advisability of at
once digging a trench around a tent;
which is q thing "B' has neglected
TO do. and If we should have a good
rain it will be case OF the army go
ing to the rescue OF the local chapter
of the Boy Scouts with a crab net.
Thursday, 5 a. m.
We are early today as rain threat
ened. We had a strong southerly
breeze all night and good sized SURF
is running this morning. 1t gets a
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