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 Number 1. Historical and Descriptive 
 
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The Land of 
 
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 IDEAL CONDITIONS OF LIFE IN A 
 
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 HISTORICAL AND DESCRIPTIVE 
 
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 Introductory Note 
 
 HE conditions described 
 
 in this and the other two 
 
 p=^nrj booklets of this series are 
 
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 found after painstaking, personal 
 investigation. In publishing the 
 information here contained, it 
 has been the purpose to state 
 only facts, such as the tourist, 
 the settler or the investor may 
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THERE IS A LARGE AND BEAUTIFUL 
 
 and prosperous section of Florida, of much present 
 import to its own people and those of the country at 
 large, and of future importance assuredly far greater, 
 which, nevertheless, in comparison with the St. Johns 
 river region and the East Coast, is so little known to 
 tourists and prospective settlers that one who has been 
 over it has the feeling of a discoverer. If he has made 
 a journey of discovery, so may other people. That 
 is the difference between Twentieth century explorers, 
 who travel by railroad trains, and Sixteenth century 
 adventurers, who went in a caravel. The point ot 
 similarity between the modern discoverer and him of nearly 
 four hundred years ago is that if what each of them found 
 here in Florida is not the garden of the Hesperides it is a 
 very fair practical substitute for it — at least in this practical 
 age, when men realize that their golden apples have to 
 be cultivated and cannot be plucked in a wild state. De 
 Soto, in search of El Dorado, landed here in 1539, and 
 the reason he didn't see that he had found what he 
 was looking for was because he didn't know the signs. 
 Besides, the Indians, who naturally disliked to give up a 
 good thing, told him that El Dorado was ** a little farther 
 up the creek," just as fishing holes and the milk sickness 
 are nowadays. 
 
 However this may be, certain it is that had De Soto 
 traveled the world over he could have found no nearer 
 approach to what he sought than he had then before him 
 in what is now Manatee county. It, especially that part 
 of it immediately adjacent to the Manatee River and south 
 from the mouth of the river along the shores of the bays 
 and for a mile or two inland, embraces every attribute of 
 beauty and charm associated with Florida in its most 
 poetic and romantic aspect, as well as all of those qualities 
 of a more practical and utilitarian sort which appeal to 
 persons who may be seeking a livelihood from the soil, 
 while enjoying the delights and beneficence of a winterless 
 land. Here is a country, almost tropical in character. 
 
 The 
 Garden 
 of the 
 Hesperides 
 
frequently entirely so in appearance, that is exquisitely 
 beautiful, full of romance in tradition and aspect, and 
 of a marvelous fertility. Manatee county contains all of 
 the desirable features of Florida, and lacks entirely those 
 objectionable ones that in some localities have caused 
 disappointment to the tourist and loss and failure to the 
 resident. It is the healthiest county in the State, and is 
 largely populated by persons who years ago w^ent there in 
 the desperate hope that here, if anywhere, their lives 
 might be prolonged. 
 
 A 
 
 Promise 
 
 for the 
 
 Future 
 
 THAT THE REGION is not more widely known 
 is due to the fact that until recently it has not had adequate 
 transportation facilities. Its inhabitants are those who 
 have searched for such conditions as it presents, and until 
 the present time there has never been the occasion or the 
 opportunity to make the country known to the world. 
 That it will immediately become a favorite place of resort 
 for tourists, as well as a country eagerly sought by settlers, 
 is assured by its natural advantages. The soil is rich, the 
 climate mild, in both winter and summer, and the scenery 
 is beautiful, interesting and of great variety, and Fishing 
 hunting are ideally good. The gulf of Mexico with the 
 Gulf Stream and the winds that blow from it, have always 
 prevented anything like a killing frost, and yet in the 
 summer the days are never excessively hot, while the 
 nights are invariably cool. The thermometer rarely 
 reaches 95°, and then only for a few hours. 
 
 The atmosphere is never humid and oppressive, and at 
 night there is always a breeze, usually from the east — 
 from the Atlantic — which, blowing through the pines 
 that fill the interior of the peninsular, is not only refreshing 
 but tonic. Men and women work out of doors all day 
 without discomfort in the midst of summer, and a sunstroke 
 is unknown. It is the common experience of persons 
 going to this region in summer to find the heat much less 
 oppressive than it is at their own homes, even when the 
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accustomed to, the explanation doubtless lying in the 
 presence of great bodies or salt water all about. 
 
 Even under conditions as they have been Manatee 
 county has been one of the most productive counties in 
 Florida, both in citrus fruits — chiefly oranges, of course — 
 and in garden produce. Its waters also have supplied 
 millions of pounds of the finest fish annually to the 
 Northern markets. Nov/ that there is rapid rail com- 
 munication from the heart of the section and from its 
 southernmost extremity, the importance of the county in 
 all of these directions w^ill be increased many times, and 
 especially will the trucking industry be rapidly de- 
 veloped ; for there is no better land in the world for 
 gardening than is the high hammock* land of this county. 
 It was the freeze of 1894-95 that sent orange growers 
 into Manatee, and the truck gardeners followed. With 
 only steamboats to Tampa as a means of reaching the 
 markets, the fertility of the soil is such that the county 
 already ranks as one of the most productive of the State in 
 its exports of early vegetables as well as of fruits. 
 
 IT WILL BE INTERESTING to note where 
 Manatee county is and to give some account of the early 
 history of the locality; for, to be a country as new and un- 
 developed as this is, it has a long history in which tradition 
 and fact are mingled in a way truly romantic. The county 
 is bounded on the north by Hillsborough county, in which 
 Tampa is situated, and of which it originally was a part, 
 and by Tampa Bay; on the west by Tampa Bay, Sarasota 
 Bay, and the Gulf of Mexico, which also reaches around 
 the string of outlying keys and touches the county on the 
 south. A ride of fifty-nine miles by rail brings one from 
 Tampa to Braidenfown, the county seat. This is the 
 center of the population and the life of the county. Across 
 the river is Palmetto, a thriving, active place and the 
 actual temporary terminus of the railroad; a mile farther 
 up is the town of Manatee, the only incorporated town 
 in the county, while other hamlets and villages dot 
 
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 Manatee 
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the river bank for some miles, all in sight from the dock 
 at Palmetto or Braidentown. The scene is a beautiful 
 and animated one, as there is plenty of life on the water 
 as well as on shore, and one might imagine himself in a 
 populous district, to judge by these evidences. But as the 
 county is forty-eight miles long, has an average width 
 of thirty miles, and contains 1,400 square miles, while its 
 population is only between 5,000 and 6,000, this appear- 
 ance is deceptive, as one soon learns if he goes back 
 into the mainland a short distance or goes a few miles from 
 this center, either up or down the stream. 
 
 "Beautiful 
 River 
 
 THE MANATEE RIVER gives character as 
 well as its name to this entire section of country and has 
 heretofore been its main highway, while its banks, especially 
 the south bank, naturally have been selected by those who 
 have made their homes in this smiling land. It is one or 
 the most beautiful streams in the world. Towards its 
 mouth, where it empties into Tampa Bay, it more properly 
 may be called a bay than a river; for here it is abroad sheet 
 of water, from one and a half to two miles wide, flowing 
 with the tides. Its banks are lined with tall cabbage pal- 
 metto trees, under which grows a wild grass that runs down 
 to the white sand of its gracefully curving beach. As 
 you come up the river, for a mile or two, the only house 
 that you see is a low structure, almost hidden by palms, 
 that was built of shell and sand by the Spaniards long 
 before Americans had an existence. Under its palm- 
 thatched roof Gen. Harney had his headquarters in one of 
 the Seminole wars. Just back of you and in plain sight — 
 you passed it but a few minutes ago — is the fortress of 
 Egmont Key, which, with its companion, Mulett Key, 
 guards the pass from the Gulf into Tampa Bay. Here 
 the Government keeps 300 soldiers, as well as modern 
 coast-defense guns that are among the most important 
 safeguards of its shores. The lighthouse on Egmont Key is 
 a prominent object in the landscape, and you probably have 
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From a broad, majestic stream, on whose astonished 
 bosom De Soto sailed his ships, the river gradually narrows 
 until, miles up, the branches ofthe trees on either bank meet 
 and form an arch of dark, waxen green over the dusky, 
 lazily flowing water. At its mouth in Tampa Bay one 
 can imagine himselflooking at a scene the ideal creation 
 of a poet— some dream of the Tropics, where the glad 
 gods live and golden loves sport with long-limbed wood- 
 land nymphs, and mermaids sing on yonder dream- 
 island, and the tall palms lean murmuring to the blue, 
 painted sea that laps the low, green shore; and the 
 soft, sweet air kisses the warm and languorous earth— and 
 presently you will rub your eyes and be awake. But it 
 is a real scene, and its seductive beauty is a picture that 
 you will always recall. 
 
 It is as you near Braidentown that the river takes on 
 another aspect. Here, some five miles from the mouth 
 of the stream, pretty houses dot the banks, well kept 
 gardens run to the water's edge, and bananas, orange 
 trees, and other fruit trees are interspersed with the 
 palmettos, the pines, and the grand, moss-clad live oaks. 
 You may imagine yourself in some favored spot of a well 
 settled and highly cultivated tropical country. The bluffs 
 and Indian mounds that characterized the lower river have 
 given way to gently sloping banks, and sail boats and 
 naptha launches ply from point to point. A steamboat 
 or two may be at the Palmetto or the Braidentown dock; 
 for the river is still navigable for the boats that ply the 
 waters of the bays. Indeed, it is navigable for eighteen 
 or nineteen miles above Braidentown, to Rye, where it 
 narrows to a little stream. A number of creeks lead off 
 into the interior, and it is in these that are caught many 
 ofthe game fresh water fish that help to make the whole 
 region a very paradise for fishermen. 
 
 On the road from Tampa you have come through miles 
 of pine lands, where the turpentine gatherer is stripping 
 the land of its trees, only to make it ready for the orange 
 grower and the farmer; for these pine lands are rich in 
 
their possible productivity, as is amply testified at frequent 
 intervals where the land has been cleared, and now fine 
 groves of orange trees or wide fields of vegetables prove 
 the fertility of the soil. You pass, too, through miles 
 of the uncleared hammock lands, richest of all when 
 the dense growth is once removed. Witness the gardens 
 just north of Palmetto ! You will have seen hundreds of 
 strange and beautiful fowl as you came through a watered 
 region, and even from the window of your train you prob- 
 ably saw alligators making their leisurely way through the 
 shallow ponds, their long snouts lifted enquiringly above 
 the water to gaze open-mouthed at a greater monster than 
 themselves. Notwithstanding the railroad, hundreds of 
 these rapidly disappearing beasts still infest the streams in 
 a part of the country through which the line runs. 
 
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 BY ALL MEANS YOU SHOULD STOP 
 
 at Braidentown, and from there drive and sail to the points 
 of interest. As yet Palmetto has no hotel, but that is a 
 condition only temporary, and, doubtless the present year 
 will see the building of one there. It will be worth your 
 while to join one of the weekly bathing parties to Anna 
 Maria Key, just off the mouth of the river. A launch will 
 convey you quickly down the stream and across the bay, 
 and a walk of less than a quarter of a mile brings you to the 
 Gulf side of the key, where the fine beach, the gently 
 rolling surf, and the warm, heavy water — it is said to be 
 the saltest water on earth — form ideal conditions for a sea 
 bath. The river, the bay, and the palm-bedecked key 
 completely realize your expectations of the picturesque 
 beauty of the far South. 
 
 It is no wonder that a place so inviting should early 
 have attracted the interest of those who approached it. 
 The numerous Indian mounds on the banks of the river 
 and the shores of Sarasota bay, just to the south, tell their 
 own story. The Natchez and the Seminoles inhabited 
 the country, and there were frequent wars between them 
 and the whites, extending over the first half of the nineteenth 
 
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century. It was only after the conclusion of the war of 
 1835 that the Indians retired and the white men were able 
 to occupy the land. There were occasional outbreaks 
 until 1855, when the last war with the Seminoles was 
 fought. 
 
 A number of pretty legends have been built around 
 a most mysterious natural phenomenon that to this day 
 IS unexplained. Some of these are Indian and some 
 Spanish stories. The phenomenon in question is known 
 as the Mysterious Music of the Manatee. It is a musical 
 humming that is heard at many points on the river, 
 especially, at this time, in the neighborhood of Rocky 
 Bluff, five or six miles above Palmetto and Braidentown, 
 though it may be heard anywhere from the mouth to this 
 place. It is the sound of wind whistling through tele- 
 graph wires, or, more poetically, something like the music 
 of an ^olian harp. A pole thrust through the water to 
 the river bottom will generally produce the sound. 
 
 THE FIRST MEN who came into the county after 
 the Indians were driven out were Josiah Gates and Miles 
 Price, who in 1841 settled. Price on the north and Gates 
 on the south side of the river. A son of Mr. Gates who 
 accompanied his father, being then six years old, is the 
 Rev. E. F. Gates, now a venerable minister living at 
 Manatee. These pioneers came fromTallahassee, as did 
 Messrs. Reed, Gillyard, Wyatt, the Braiden brothers, 
 Pinckney Craig, Ledworth, Ware, McNeil, and Tresca, 
 who all came during the early 'forties. Mrs. Tresca, 
 now Mrs. Ware, is still living in the neighborhood. One 
 of the early settlers was Mr. Glazier, from New Orleans. 
 
 These men established the town of Manatee, the name 
 of an amphibious animal weighing five or six hundred 
 pounds, that then abounded in these waters, but is now 
 nearly extinct. 
 
 About the same time Mr. Robert Gamble, also from 
 Tallahassee, settled on the north side of the river and 
 there established an enormous sugar cane plantation and 
 
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sugar works. There is little lert even of the ruins or the 
 latter, as they supplied the brick for most of the chimneys 
 that were built in the neighborhood for years after the 
 building was wrecked. The Gamble mansion, since 
 known as the Patten mansion, is still in a comparatively 
 good slate of preservation. 
 
 Another of the early arrivals was Mr. Edmund Lee, a 
 consumptive, who came to Manatee in the 'forties, hoping 
 to preserve his life a few years. He died about ten years 
 ago. One day he suddenly exclaimed : *' I believe I'm 
 dead," and he died in the instant. All of the other 
 consumptives who have ever gone there to make their 
 dying as prolonged as possible are still living and have 
 long ago given up all idea of dying at all. 
 
 Before recounting the interesting history of the Gamble 
 plantation and of " Braiden Castle," the two most pre- 
 tentious establishments of those old days, it will not do to 
 omit from the list of early settlers the name of Madame 
 Julia Atzeroth, " Madame Joe," as she was universally 
 called up to the time of her death, comparatively a few 
 years ago. She and her husband were Bavarians, who 
 came to America in 1841 and went South in the hope 
 of restoring Madame Atzeroth' s health. They went to 
 Florida in 1843, ^"*^ ** homesteaded " a place on Terra 
 Ceia Island, which is on the north side of Manatee River, 
 separated from the mainland by a narrow inlet from the 
 bay. Here the little family of three — they had a girl 
 baby — lived at first in a tent and afterwards in a palmetto 
 hut that they themselves built. This in time gave way to 
 a log house, Madame Joe doing her share of the work of 
 felling the trees and cutting the timber. They soon 
 had a vegetable garden and sold their produce at Ft. 
 Brooke, now Tampa. They had to endure many hard- 
 ships and many difficulties due to the primitive and un- 
 settled conditions that prevailed. Mr. Joe engaged in 
 the Indian war of 1855 and was a Confederate soldier in 
 the civil war. He died on Terra Ceia island in the '70s 
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below Braidentown. Here, in 1876, she planted some 
 grains of Mexican coffee, and in 1880 she sent to the 
 Commissioner of Agriculture at Washington the first 
 pound of coffee ever grown in the United States, for 
 which she received ^10. She continued the cultivation 
 of cofJee sufficiently to demonstrate its entire practicability 
 in this part of Florida, though it has never been raised 
 there on a large scale. 
 
 An early attempt to raise tobacco, like a later one, 
 proved a failure. Some of the settlers made a serious 
 effort in this direction, importing the plants and the labor 
 including a number of cigar makers, from Cuba. The 
 effort was abandoned after two years, and then sugar cane 
 became the chief product of the neighborhood. 
 
 MR. ROBERT GAMBLE, who was among the 
 pioneers from Tallahassee, had the largest plantation. It 
 was midway between what are now Palmetto and Ellenton, 
 on the north side of the river. At one time he had 1,4.00 
 acres in cane and employed several hundred slaves. He 
 built a large mill, bringing the brick and machinery from 
 the north in ships. The sugar was taken to Tampa, then 
 Ft. Brooke, the county seat of Hillsborough county, and 
 the principal communication with the outside world was 
 by means of the boats that called for the sugar crop. 
 The farmers produced everything they used except coffee 
 and flour, though a few of the sugar raisers bought corn 
 for their stock. Generally they raised their own supply. 
 As for meat the ranges were filled with wild cattle and 
 hogs, and all kinds of game were abundant. The river 
 and other streams teemed with fish, as they still do, and 
 shell fish could be picked up as they were wanted. Vege- 
 tables grew for the asking, and it was a time of plenty. 
 The Indians were generally peaceable, coming in to trade 
 and being guilty of only an occasional outbreak, except 
 in 1855. 
 
 The civil war put a rude end to this condition of peace 
 and prosperity, and forever ruined the sugar industry of 
 
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his section or country. The Gamble place then belonged 
 to Cofield and Davis, of New Orleans. Soon after the 
 breaking out of the war they returned their slaves to that 
 city and all attempt to manufacture sugar or even raise the 
 cane was given up. But not satisfied with this and with 
 the blockade that was maintained at the mouth of the 
 river, a force of Northern soldiers was sent up to the mill 
 on a gunboat called " the Chicken Thief" vdth orders 
 to destroy the place. This they did by blowing it up, 
 leaving it a shapeless mass of bricks and scrap iron. Even 
 the bricks as they left them have now been carted away. 
 The accompanying illustration is made from a photograph 
 taken before the bricks were carried off. 
 
 With the ruin of its leading industry the county went 
 into a period of inactivity from which it was aroused less 
 than ten years ago, when it was reborn. 
 
 In 1875 the Gamble plantation was bought by Mr. 
 George Patten, under a foreclosure. The place has been 
 divided and much of it sold, though the Pattens still own 
 part ot it. Mr. Geo. Patten, son of the original 
 purchaser ot that name, owns the home place. 
 
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 THERE IS AN INTERESTING BIT of 
 
 Confederate history connected with this old house. After 
 the close of the war, when Mr. Archie McNeil was man- 
 aging the property for its owners, there arrived at the house 
 one day Capt. L..G. Leslie, accompanied by a *' Mr. 
 Boyd." Mr. McNeil told Capt. Leslie that he had seen 
 Mr. Boyd in the courts at New Orleans, and recognized 
 him as Mr. Judah P. iBenjamin, Secretary of State of the 
 late Confederate Government. Mr. Benjamin remained in 
 hiding at this house for two months. His presence being 
 suspected, he made his escape across the country to Sarasota 
 and thence by water to Nassau, and from there to England. 
 In this escape he was assisted chiefly by Mr. Fred. Tresca 
 whose descendants still live in the neighborhood. 
 
 Another interesting old house, now a complete ruin, is 
 Braiden Castle, situated a little to the east of Manatee and 
 
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at the junction of Braiden Creek and the Manatee River. 
 It is a substantial, two-story square house, with a wide 
 hall running through the center. The building is of shell, 
 lime, and cement, like so many of the old "tabby" 
 houses of the neighborhood. The walls of this material 
 are still perfectly sound, but the woodwork and the brick 
 chimneys have fallen to pieces long ago. The house was 
 built by Dr. Joseph A. Braiden, who was one of the early 
 arrivals from Tallahassee. The substantial character of 
 the house doubtless gave it the name of the •* castle," to- 
 gether with the fact that it withstood a severe assault by 
 Indians in 1855 or 1856. Why the savages selected the 
 strongest place in the county for their attack is a mystery, 
 but they did, and about dusk a large body of them sur- 
 rounded the house. Dr. Braiden was a most cautious man 
 and did not allow himself to be taken by surprise. With 
 him as guests there happened to be the Rev. J. J. Sealy, a 
 traveling preacher, and Mr. Furman Chaires, of Talla- 
 hassee. They drove the Indians off, but the latter carried 
 with them a number of Dr. Braiden' s slaves and mules. 
 The marauders were pursued and overtaken at Peace Creek. 
 A number of them were killed in the battle that followed, 
 and Dr. Braiden' s property was recovered. This was the 
 last Indian outbreak of this section. Dr. Braiden left the 
 neighborhood soon afterwards and died in Georgia. 
 
 THE GROUND ABOUT THE CASTLE 
 
 IS wild and picturesque. Live oaks, cedars, palmettos, 
 and hickory trees grow around it, with wild grape and other 
 vines climbing over them, and an undergrowth of shrubbery 
 speaks of what once was an ornamental garden. Quail as 
 tame as chickens run among the bushes, heedless of the in- 
 truding visitor. But it is below the castle, on the banks 
 of the river and the creek, that the scene evokes exclama- 
 tions of delight and surprise at the picturesque beauty of the 
 forest there. One cannot see this labyrinth of palmettos 
 and oaks and fail to recognise the inspiration of Moorish 
 architecture that made such a palace as the Alhambra pos- 
 
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sible. There are long, cool vistas formed by tessellated col- 
 umns, the trunks of tall palmettos, fretted by the stems of 
 dead leaves or many seasons, from which spring arches 
 that roof the ground. The leaves of the live oaks form a 
 delicate lattice work, and tapering masses of hanging moss 
 are graceful pendants from the arched roof. The 
 
 ground is nearly clear of underbrush, and one catches 
 glimpses of the shimmering water of the creek or river 
 gently lapping the white sands of the beach. The scene is 
 one to delight the eye of an artist. It is quite impossible 
 to reproduce its mysterious beauty in an illustration. 
 
 So much for the past of the Manatee country. The 
 early inhabitants were for the most part sugar raisers, with 
 here and there one who opened a store and engaged in 
 trade. In the old days the cattle industry was also 
 important, and remained so until the first Cuban war, 
 when the Spaniards put a duty on American cattle 
 imported to Cuba and ruined the business. Since our 
 own war, however, it has revived and is resuming its 
 former importance. Thousands of cattle are shipped 
 annually from Palmetto and Braidentovvn directly to Cuba, 
 and other thousands are sent up to Tampa to be shipped 
 from that port. 
 
 To those who are interested in the remarkable growth 
 and present prosperous condition of the Manatee country, 
 and in its promise of future importance both in orange 
 raising and truck farming, as well as to those interested in 
 fishing and shooting, found here in perfection, and to 
 tourists and investors, it may be proper to say that these 
 subjects are treated of fully in other booklets of this series, 
 one of them being devoted exclusively to the horticulture 
 and agriculture of the region. 
 
 * " Hammock " is a local term applied to a peculiar 
 oil, covered with a dense growth of trees and 
 underbrush. The word is said to be of Indian ori- 
 gin and is not to be confounded with " hummock." 
 
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 NEW YORK 
 
Music Of the Manatee 
 
 What is your song, mysterious river, 
 In whose depths the shadows quiver — 
 Shadows of the long ago 
 That you dream of as you flow, 
 Grandly sweeping to the sea j 
 What do you sing, great Manatee ? 
 " The song of life," it murmurs low ; 
 " I love the sea ; to her I go." 
 
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