National Geographic : 1948 Feb
Hlomer lInode, Jr. When Rains Flood the 'Glades, a Deer Needs Wings or Fins Thrashing through the deep water, this exhausted yearling deer was found up to his neck in trouble 35 miles north of the Tamiami Trail. After torrential downpours, such as drowned out vast stretches of the Everglades in the fall of 1947, deer may easily be captured alive. scattered over the green land. The Indians cut from a live oak log. Everyone went bare packed their women into a truck and followed foot, from beady-eyed toddler to most ancient them home, sitting their horses with the loose- tribal patriarch. Pigs and friendly brown limbed, straight-backed grace of men grown dogs roamed at will around the cook table to the saddle. (Plate XII). Another day Marmon led us 30 miles south Between La Belle and Lake Okeechobee we of Lake Okeechobee through Okaloacoochee were wizarded from the Florida of palm and Slough to the second Seminole reservation in pine, cypress swamp and saw-grass marsh, to the Big Cypress Swamp. what looked like rangeland of eastern Wy The primitive road grade was washed out, oming. Cattle by the thousand, many of so we plunged across the open countryside, them pearl-gray Brahmans, grazed on flat navigating by tree clumps and larger ponds land that had been cleared almost to the last and sloughs, palmetto patch. What a ride! Brahmans, introduced from India, are re A young Seminole buck, Willie Tommie, markably tolerant of heat and resistant to drove us over a trail half-submerged by recent ticks and mosquitoes. rains. Willie got us there and back, proving Horsemen cantered across the distance to as trailwise as his pathfinding forebears. tie up at weather-beaten cattle camps. At a Far from towns or traffic the pattern of life modest ranch house we stopped for a visit was primitive but peaceful. An Indian mother with one of the leading Everglades cattle men. beat dirt from her family's clothing on the On 80,000 acres (there is nothing small about shore of a pond. Another woman pounded this country!), Joe B. Hendry runs about corn to meal with a cypress pestle in a mortar 8,000 head of cattle.