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Winthrop Packard. Florida trails as seen from Jacksonville to Key West and from November to April inclusive
Florida trails as seen from Jacksonville to Key West and from November to April inclusive
Table of Contents
FLORIDA TRAILS
CHAPTER I. GOING SOUTH WITH THE WARBLERS
CHAPTER II. CERTAIN SOUTHERN BUTTERFLIES
CHAPTER III. ALONG THE RIVER MARGIN
CHAPTER IV. BIRDS OF A MORNING
CHAPTER V ’TWIXT ORANGE GROVE AND SWAMP
CHAPTER VI. JASMINE AND CHEROKEE ROSES
CHAPTER VII. A FROSTY MORNING IN FLORIDA
CHAPTER VIII. CHRISTMAS AT ST. AUGUSTINE
CHAPTER IX. IN A FLORIDA FREEZE
CHAPTER X. DOWN THE INDIAN RIVER
CHAPTER XI. SPRING IN THE SAVANNAS
CHAPTER XII. SEVEN THOUSAND PELICANS
CHAPTER XIII. JUST FISHING
CHAPTER XIV. PALMETTOS OF THE ST. LUCIE
CHAPTER XV. INTRUDING ON WARD’S HERONS
CHAPTER XVI. ONE ROAD TO PALM BEACH
CHAPTER XVII. MOONLIGHT AND MARCH MORNINGS
CHAPTER XVIII. IN GRAPEFRUIT GROVES
CHAPTER XIX. BUTTERFLIES OF THE INDIAN RIVER
CHAPTER XX. ALLIGATORS AND WILD TURKEYS
CHAPTER XXI. EASTER TIME AT PALM BEACH
CHAPTER XXII. INTO THE MIRACULOUS SEA
CHAPTER XXIII. DOWN THE ST. JOHNS
CHAPTER XXIV. HOLLY BLOSSOM TIME
CHAPTER XXV. IN A TURPENTINE CAMP
INDEX
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Winthrop Packard
Published by Good Press, 2021
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I had not expected to find a zebra so far north, yet he galloped by the door one torrid day showing his black and yellow stripes most tantalizingly. He was so near that the brilliant red dots which are a part of his color scheme showed plainly and added to his beauty. I have said galloped; I might better perhaps have written loped in describing his flight, for the zebra of this story is not a quadruped, but a butterfly. It was I who did the galloping, net in hand, finding his easy lope hard to rival in speed. Soon, however, he fluttered to a live-oak branch and lighted while I put the net over him, or thought I did. I hauled him in with careful glee only to find a yellow oak leaf as my prize and the butterfly nowhere to be seen. Down here many people call the Heliconius charitonus “the convict.” I had thought this because of his stripes. I begin to think it is because of his ability to escape imprisonment.
The zebra came as a sort of climax to two or three days of butterfly hunting extraordinary. The first came on my first full day at Orange Park. There are years when August lasts well into November in northern Florida, and this is one. For two months, up to and including the tenth of November, there has been no rain, and in cloudless skies the fervent sun has set the mercury in the thermometer toying with the eighty mark. So it was on this first day of mine. The wind blew gently from the south, and by nine o’clock countless swarms of butterflies were flying against it, a vast migration in progress toward the tip of the peninsula.
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