Evening star., 1923-08-19
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spector Of personalities or vocations.
II reduces it's subjects to a pursuit
uniform of a cotton bathing suit, sup
plemented by khaki trousers and soft
white shirt, wipes out all differences
in appearance. Members Of the cara
van included statesmen, a lawyer. a
dairyman, clerks, a tax expert drafts
men. an engineer. an advertising man.
a machinist and representatives OF
other diverse lines-truly a cross
section OF humanity bent on a COM
mon errand.
Alexandria, with it's wharves and
shipyard. engaged In dismantling
ocean freighters, moored in regular
array, is soon approached and passed.
Continuing down the river within the
shadow Of half-hidden guns that
guard the water entrance to the Capt.
tai, Mount Vernon comes into view
through a veil Of thick oaks and will
lows.
You may turn off to the right here
in search OF the obscure channel that
leads into Little Hunting creek. Leav-
ing deep water, you pass over veri-
table submarine garden, that shows
waving water ferns, delicate growths
Of vivid colors and luxuriant water
life that is amazing. Fish of all sizes
and forms fash in frightened flight
into the safety Of dense foliage liv-
Ing beneath the surface OF the water.
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channel choked with long reeds and
weeds into broad pond edged with
long grasses and lily pads. Manning
canoes, you may paddle ahead for a
mile or moro until the tributary mar
rows again before opening upon a
vast area Of water grasses lined with
twisting channels big enough for
canoe passage At the junction OF
this grassy bay and the narrow, swift
channel, the bass are plentiful. No
need for fsherman's strategy when
large numbers Of the lively family
fought for the privilege of swallow
ing the glittering spoon or the be-
guiling minnow.
Another day of idle running, past
Marshall Hall then the Indian Head
proving grounds. and you round the
noint into Mattawman creek. Only
a short way up this tributary and the
weeds clog the propeller. The boat
anchored, dinner is cooked and eaten
before darkness descends. In a huge
circle, the weeds grow thick from
shore. 1t does not take great
s,retch of the Imagination to COM
mare the scene with Florida ever
vIades. From all sides the deep
tbroated booming of mature frogs nils
,bs Mace with a noisy resonance.
Thus was born the inspiration for a
frog hunt.
with three men in each boat two
cannes were manned and sent IN
! onposite directions. The pow-man
was equipped with a long spear
| ,ade Of a bamboo pole and a three
| nointed prong. The stern-man pad
died slowly and noiselessly' whlie
tho third member carried strong
| fla ashlight in his lap.
Singing out ono booming voice
from the chorus that seems to rise
IN its crescendo as the twilight turns
| ;n+o hIackness, a little experience en-
ables one to guess within ten or fif-
teen feet tho whereabouts OF the
hunted frog. The light is suddenly
dashed upon the weeds ahead, re-
| vealing two sparkling spots that
seem speellbound by the brilliance
| Anproaching within five feet or so OF
the shining eyes of the frog. the
smear is launched straight from the
shoulder. An answering grunt tells
Of tho good aim. and the frog Is
hauled into the boat and thrown into
a burlap bag. From the Cuspidor
the lights flash intermittentiy In this
canoes as they encircle the shore In
the hur.t. Early in the morning, the
| canoes return laden with heavy
The loss Of a little sleep seems te
/ amount to nothing when a huge plat.
| ter of frog legs is served for break
| fast. each limb fried a golden color
in cornmeal and butter. Chicken anc
1 similar foods seem coarse compar6c
| to the tenderness Of this delic2cy.
Continuing down stream, tai
shores grow farther apart. You coRs