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DATE: May 2, 1975

A: My preliminary training is rather interesting. My mother
died when I was three. My father married later, and into
a farm family, so that I spent a good deal of my time on a
farm which was not our own. We owned our own farm, but
another family was on there. In fact, father had two farms.

M: Where was it, what state?

A: My father bought a farm across the river from the University
of Rochester, about 1847 or 1848 or 1849, something right
through there. Susan B. Anthony--the two families had been
paralleling each other for a couple of generations--came off
the next farm. We had in that small group there four or five
Quaker farms...beautiful "underground railroad" [organization
for getting escaped slaves out of the South and to Canada or
free states where they could find refuge] farms, too small to
make a Quaker meeting, and a group of Unitarians, also too
small to make very much of a meeting, so they put the two to-
gether. It's nearer to Boston than it is to Philadelphia, so
there was a Unitarian church with a very strong Quaker back-
ground. So we have the Quaker situation there.
Both Mrs. Anthony and I went to the University of Rochester,
the only place we could afford to go to. Susan B. Anthony just
three or four years before that had gotten the girls in, or
else Mrs. Anthony couldn't have gone. But we both went 1904-
1908, and our families were, I would say, a little low-middle,
somewhere in through there. We had to earn a good deal of what
we got. She taught school as soon as she was far enough along,
and I had an idea that I was going to be a C.E. [City Engineer]
When I went to the university I entered the pre-engineering
course specializing on the mechanics and stuff like that, and
not paying much attention to the biological phases. The fourth
year of college, spring-term senior, I changed my mind. Now,
you can't change your mind very much later than that. I got
together my credentials, and I wore my Phi Beta Kappa key where
you'd have to look at it, you know--I wasn't going to put anything
behind--and when he got through with me I was a second year junior
with enough advanced credits so that I went right into graduate
work. So I really stepped from engineering, jumping C.E., and
became agricultural.
At that time, that's before 1908, Cornell was doubling
every year, and in a terrible mess. They didn't have laboratory
space, they didn't have anything, they didn't have teachers.

They were simply swamped, and that fall--the fall of 1908--
I registered in pomology, (that's fruit growing) and the class
was just a double from what it had been the year before. The
poor professor, he didn't know what to do. Well, he found out
that I had been teaching, because all through my college time
I had been teaching night high school, and through the summer
I had been in the'City Engineers Department, in charge of some
of their work there. So I was pretty well organized for a C.E.
course, but I had the training of working with C.E. youngsters
my age, and he said, "You're my laboratory assistant." He didn'It
ask me. He said, "You're my laboratory assistant." So I served
a term as his assistant. The next term I had the laboratory,
and the next year I had the laboratory, and a course I developed
myself like this.
The winter of 1910, I think it was, I think we had five
laboratory courses of which I taught all, and with two senior
assistants. So I was busy. Well, spring of 1911, end of the
winter term, just about ready for the spring term to begin, a
man down at the hotel said he'd like to have somebody who wants
a job. I went down there, and for two hours I talked everything
under the sun with a man that I had never heard of before. He
told me first, he says, "I am the chief agronomist for the American
Steel and Wire Company." That was the only introduction, and he
talked everything. Then he finally turned to me. He says, "How
soon can you start for Florida?" That was my employment. How
soon could I start for Florida?

M: What kind of degree did you have by this time?

A: I had my B.S., and then I got my M.S. in 1910. Yes, then
went on to the Ph.D. Well, then he told me what he wanted.
He said, "Everybodywants barbed wire fence. We can't make
it fast enough, and our by-product is iron sulphate, which
we get from running the iron.through sulphuric acid before
it it melted." And he said, "We don't know what to do with
this sulphate of iron. We buy whole farms to throw it away.
We don't dare put it in any water, because it floats all over
the place and everybody jumps on us." And he says, "For about
three years now a man, a jobber down in Jacksonville has been
buying two carloads of sulphate of iron from us, and of course
he isn't telling us what he does with it. My boss said, we're
hiring a detective to go down somewhere in the state of Florida,
which is twice as big as Pennsylvania, and find two carloads
of sulphate of iron. Nice job."
"Well," I said, "that's all right." So they hired me.

M: Were you the detective?

A: I was the whole thing. I was the whole thing and they gave
me a very good salary, twice what I got in teaching. It was
years before I got a salary for that. He gave me a $200 ex-
pense account. "When you spend $100, you send in your account,
and you fill her up so you'll always have $100 in your pocket.
We want you to understand that you represent a very top-level
company, and we don't want any second-grade hotels or anything
like that. We want for you the best that you can get. The
last man we had to fire. That was too rich for him."
Well, I landed in Jacksonville Saturday afternoon, and I
didn't like the look of Jacksonville at all. So I jumped on
a train and went down to the next town down the line.

M: Orlando?

A: No, this old town.

M: St. Augustine?

A: St. Augustine. Went down and spent the summer or the winter
in St. Augustine, and some way I got out on the beach and went
wading on the beach in water that was three inches deep. I
was down there two or three weeks. Now that, I think, was
probably Cresecent Beach.
Well, there I was in Florida, didn't know a soul. I had
no direction as to where I was to go, what I was to ask, what
I was to do. I might find it in a machine shop, or I might
find it here or there. That's up to you. Well, I found out
later on it was the way in which this company works. They hunt
around and get somebody that they think can do it, and then they
find them just about as stiff a job as they can give them, and
then see if they can make it. If he can, all right. If he
can't, they go hunt somebody else. So they gave me a pretty
stiff job to see how I could do. But they did feel that I had
an unusual training, because I had been teaching older fellows
my age, and my C.E. work...I had charge of the C.E. monuments
in Rochester, which was quite a responsible job. They knew
that I wasn't too wet behind the ears, but could still go.
So I started out. I asked every cabby. I asked every
blacksmith's man. I asked every merchant, and everybody else
that I could think of questions--everything I could think of
in questions. And I developed a regular routine--questions
that when they got through I knew that chap pretty well. Well,
the first thing I found out always, "Where'd you come from?"
They asked you, you don't ask them first. They ask you.
"Where'd you come from, and how long have you been here?" Of
course those things went right together. That was all right.

"What have you been doing? What are you doing now? Got
any land here? Any citrus, anything like that?" And I'd
follow a line of questions like that, conversation primarily.
If he was really interesting, I'd say, "Come on over to the
hotel. I haven't had my dinner yet. Come on over and eat
with me." And so they'd come over there. Then I would jump
the train, and I think my next stop...where is St. Augustine

M: Right here where my finger is. Here's Daytona.

A: Yes, what's the town, all right. What's that town right

M: That's Ormond Beach.

A: Well, I spent my next night, I think, right in here somewhere
in a little bit of a town. The towns were small--two or three
hundred to six or eight hundred. Nearly everyone of them had
a pretty good northern hotel. I say northern, because it was
built at Cape Cod and run by some Cape Cod widows, and it was
the general atmosphere, but they were good. So I practically
always had good accommodations in these small hotels. The week
I landed there, which was the last week in April, they took
off the winter trains, which left me with local trains. In
Florida, locals can get pretty wet around the collars as you

M: Well, there's Daytona and here's New Smyrna. How about New

A: Yes, I stopped at New Smyrna, and I think I did not spend the
night there.

M: Then, here's Titusville on down; Cocoa's on down here.

A: I spent two weekends there. Between there and here I spent
three weeks practically.

M: What are you doing all the while, just trying to find out
where this sulphate of iron was?

A: That was easy. That was easy. Sulphate of iron is the commonest
form or iron, because if there's any sulphuric acid around any-
where the iron changes it into iron sulphate.

M: But it's a liquid is it?

A: Normally it's dry, but you make a liquid to run your wire
through. But it can be dried down.

M: But the two carloads the man bought, were they dry? Were
they powder?

A: Those were just about like sugar.

M: So did people know this had passed through?

A: A lot of them I never even mentioned the word sulphate of iron.

M: Well, what leads are you getting?

A: I'll tell you. The first really good lead I got was the second
day. I'd been shopping and getting this and that. The second
day I got a chap, gave me his name. I said, "That sounds like
New York State."
"Oh," he says, "I'm Dutch."
"Well, I came from New York state not too far. My father
was born right in that country...."
And as soon as he found I was from that country, the sky
was the limit. Now, we sat and talked practically the whole
day. He had come ashore with nothing but a wet shirt on his
back. His boat was wrecked, and he swam ashore, and he says,
"That's all I had when I landed in Florida." And he had maybe
three, four acres of land, and he was a good deal of a botanist.
He had pretty nearly every specimen that you could pick up
around there. A marvelous man for a raw Yankee to get up against,
you see, and he was perfectly willing. He knew how little I
knew and he was perfectly willing.
Well, then, I got him started on history. I said, "What's
this Indian River orange?" I had been inquiring on orange
"Oh," he says, "We had two freezes, 1895 and 1898, some-
where in through there. Two." He said, "I got track some way."
He said, "I can't tell you now. I got track some way that it
was getting cold. I hired everybody that knew which end of a
shovel worked and we mounded our trees up above the budded
branches. As far as I know I'm the only one in this territory
here that knew anything about that, but I had a pretty good go
of name varieties."
The hammock, which was two or three miles back from there--
it's right near Titusville, and is a common hammock there--had
been largely planted for citrus, and was almost 100 percent
cleared out except where for some reason or other the buds had

gotten low and gotten some dirt over it. But there was not
very much that came through with the original variety. The
trees had been budded on sweet lemon, sweet orange seedlings,
and when the seedlings began to grow, they finally began to
have fruit on them. They had sweet oranges, and this man said,
"We went to our groves here, and we found some very excellent
oranges. We got rid of the rest, and we packed this grade as
Indian River oranges, and they're Indian River oranges to this
day." Then he says, "It's a good grade because we kept the
stuff that was good...the roots were good; we kept some of them.
We propagated one thing with another. But we really have a
brand, Indian River."

M: Well, now, how did he give you clues toward this sulphate of
iron you were hunting?

A: Well, he never got that way, but I was watching. I'd drive
through a town, and I'd see a man with a little pick-up truck
throwing empty tin cans into the truck. The next town there'd
be a man that was pounding big heavy iron nails into my trees.
I says, "Uh huh." I looked at the trees, yellow. Sulphate of
iron locks up the iron to such a point that the tree doesn't
get the iron, and you get the loss of the iron formation which
gives you your chlorophyll. So a tree that has no iron, you
can see half a mile away.

M: Because it's yellow?

A: It's yellow. Now there are degrees of yellow. Some were just
enough to be off-colored. Some were enough to be quite serious.
I knew that if anybody even spilled around of sulphate of iron
on one of those trees, it'd show up the next year. So I could
just about drive down the road. That's all I needed to...

M: In greening leaves, it'd show up.

A: That's right, they'd show up. Easiest thing to find right off;
and I knew that the end of the first day. So from then on I
knew my job was easy. It was just a case of covering territory
and ask questions.
I kept working down the coast to Cocoa. I spent two week-
ends at Cocoa, and had a delightful two weeks rest there. I
was working through the day all around ten miles or so, but
returned at night to the little town of Cocoa to a nice little
old hotel full of ten, fifteen--I suppose they were grass widows,
mostly--rocking away on the front porch, you know, and very in-

teresting. Go into one of those hotels and get to talking
with them, and I'd say something about oranges. I'd say,
"What kind of oranges have you got?"
Say, "We don't have any oranges."
"Well," I said,'"Wait a minute," and I went upstairs and
came down with an arm load of oranges which I passed around.
The first oranges they'd had in that hotel for a week or ten
Same thing the next morning, breakfast. "No grapefruits."
I said, "What's the matter with the grapefruit?"
"Oh, we don't have any."
"Well," I said, "you wait a minute." I had previously
stocked up, and I went up the stairs and came down and went
to the cook, and I said, "I've got eight at my table. You
get four of those and bring them in," and was I popular. There
they were right smack in the middle.

M: Well, now, when you say you worked out from the towns, how'd
you get there? The railroad got you to Cocoa, but how do you
get out in the country?

A: I went to the nearest livery stable.

M: And you rent a horse and buggy? Do you happen to remember what
would that have cost in 1912 to rent a horse and buggy?

A: Oh, I haven't remembered, it wasn't...

M: I mean, a dollar a day?

A: ...it wasn't enough to....

M: Two dollars a day? Any idea?

A: I couldn't tell you for sure. You see, all my notes, and I
kept voluminous notes, went to my company when they changed me
to another job. So what I am giving are impressions.

M: What would a hotel room have cost in those days?

A: I don't think I was paying more than two dollars.

M: A day?

A: Yes, I think somewhere in that neighborhood.

M: So your hundred dollars lasted you quite a while, your expense


A: Spent most of it for a horse and buggy, a good deal of it
that way. As I say, I'd use the railroad, and I get off
and check my suitcase and go over to the livery stable and
get the best I could get, which wasn't too good. I was
warned before I went there that Florida was pestered with
insects. Terrible...and the first day when I came out of
the barn, a man on either side of the door, each with a spray,
and they sprayed my horse from nose to tail as I went out that
door. That lasted maybe two hours. One time I wasn't quite
quick enough, and one of them got me in the back and a drop
of blood came. It wasn't just a smear. It was a good, big
drop of blood where he took a....

M: What is it, a horse fly?

A: An elaborated horse fly about three times the size of our
horse flies here.

M: What were they spraying with in those days?

A: I don't know what they were using.

M: I'm kind of surprised that they had a protective spray.

A: This man that came ashore with nothing but his wet shirt, he
was riding a bicycle in three inches of sand. I says, "Why
in Sam Hill don't you have a horse here?" I knew he had the
He says, "I wouldn't have an animal here if you gave me
anything." He says, "It's perfect hell for an animal to live
in Florida." And I found out that the bug conditions there
were so bad that there were almost no dairy cows. I didn't
have a drink of milk from the time I left St. Augustine until
I got back to St. Augustine.

M: And is.this only flies, or is it some other insect that bothers

A: Everything.

M: Mosquitos?

A: These great big things. I tried to send home and get my shot
gun. This big all over the place, and mosquitos, and then the
little bits of mites.

M: Gnats--no-see-ums, the natives call them. Well, but how about
you? Were you assailed by all these, too?

A: I was assailed by all of them.

M: So what did you do to protect yourself during the day?

A: Grin and bear it. No, the only thing I could do, I could get
whatever insect repellent was available, half a dozen different
usually, and I'd soak myself up with that pretty well,
and I'd try to get inside after about two hours, two hours and
a half, somewhere in through there where the original
that I'd got hadn't quite worn itself out.

M: What did they use, oil of citronella?

A: I can't say.

M: I'm surprised they had insect repellents that early.

A: As I look back, I am, except it was a case of life or death.

M: Yes.

A: They had to have something, because I don't think any man
could have maintained a livery stable without something. Those
horses would come in, there'd be blood running down them. I'd
drive a horse two hours, two hours and a half, three hours in
the morning, turn him into the stable, get another horse after
that. Don't go twice, too much for them. He can take it once,
and when you turned him around he knew he was starting for the
stable. You didn't have to worry to find a way home.
But that was my way. As I say, I had lost the fine northern
train--those were the two very nice northern trains that take
care of the winter people. They were all plush and everything,
but these were the locals that went from station to station, and
hot and dusty. So I had to ride those, and I had to go ten,
twenty, thirty miles to the next town, get off and do the same
thing over again, go to the hotel and get a bite to eat, get
located...and by that time I had quite a list of people, because
every time I struck a good man I pumped him just as hard as I
could, and I soon learned the right questions to ask. Every-
body wants to know where you came from. The first question they
ask, "Oh yes, my cousin came from so-and-so," and then you're off.

M: Well, what were you learning from them?

A: I was looking constantly at the leaf color. I was questioning
constantly the economics. You see, those two freezes cleaned
them out. It took their grapefruit 100 percent. It cut their
oranges down so that their regular shipping facilities were
pretty badly hurt, so that really the country was in a rather
tight spot. If it wasn't for the tourists, they couldn't live.
But they tightened their belt, and when the last of the tourists
got on the train and stayed there around September, and that's
why in the hotels what you get is canned food. You don't get
local stuff...cans. Even local vegetables.
I had wandered around...New Smyrna. I had wandered around
here quite a bit. And one other question I always asked, "Who
around here got some pretty good citrus?" Well, they might say
Jim's got some, or so-and-so, or nothing here since the freeze,
or something like that. But I kept feeling where could I put
my hand on any kind of citrus. They had new colors, new colors,
all new to me, so I'd go on, and I was in this New Smyrna area,
and I'd been told quite a bit about this area from here to Detand--
that area right in there caught my eye as entirely different.
People different, the atmosphere is different.

M: How do you account for that?

A: Two colleges, one at each end of that space, and the people that
were there were not temporary visitors. They were people who
had come and built years before and settled down.

M: How'd you get out there? Did the train run out there? The
mainline went on down, didn't it, to Miami?

A: Well, there was short lines all through into that area. You
see, they had to get groceries in, and things like that, and
there was three car trains and stuff like that, and wood. You'd
get of...you would see the wood, even a piece of the wood this
big in the mouth of the engine to keep her going.

M: It's wood burners?

A: Yes, wood burners. They had both; they had both, but the little
short ones, the one that took me, were wood burners. Yes, the
one that took me over to...Sanford had the reputation already
at that time as a shipping center. It's one of the very few
places that had a reputation as a shipping center, and a ship-
ping center of vegetables. So I got in there and I found them
plowing up their asparagus.

M: What'd they do that for?

A: No market.

M: In 1912?

A: See, the trains that they depended on didn't stop into New
York City, places like that...were the pass through trains
with ice.

M: Uh huh, refrigerated.

A: They couldn't ship this stuff without heat, without...so prac-
tically as soon as those trains were off, communication quit.
Now, that's why I speak of this area as fragmented. Here's an
area that's just all by itself. There's no place to go, no
way to go, and you're just there. Well, they kept telling me
that in this territory, the best was way ahead of anything else,
and you could see the influence of the two universities.

M: DeLand is Stetson, and Winter Park is Rollins.

A: Those were the two. Those were the two. Now, they had a good
reputation, and they had a very good staff--much better than I
expected. They were entirely different than most of your southern
staff, because they were catering to the winter people who came
down there and spent the winter there.

M: Well, now, what railroad is this?

A: There were two East Coast and they amalgamated shortly after
I was there. But they were paralleling pretty much, and Flagler,
I think, was the bottom belt. The Keys had been wiped out several
years before I came down and hadn't been replaced.

M: In 1912, did you ever see any automobiles in Florida? Were
there any?

A: One. A cousin of mine who came down to Ft. Lauderdale to buy
tomatoes, and he had to drive around a little bit to get them,
so he had an automobile. But it was the only one, I rode in
the entire time I was there.

M: What was it, have you an idea? You remember the make?

A: Oh, it was a very fine automobile. George wouldn't have any-
thing but that. It was just a four seat car. They paid some
money for that. He stayed there in Ft. Lauderdale, and as
things came out from Okeechobee on down the canal on the river

there, he'd pick them up until he got a carload. All through
the winter, then, he could catch that night train and ship
full-speed into New York City. But when they were taken off,
he had trouble getting his tomatoes out. With tomatoes you
can get some things through before they go bad even with the
slow transport there. But things like lettuce, stuff like that,
with the poor ice conditions, stuff like this, it's very diffi-
cult to move.

M: How long did it take to get shipped to New York from down here?

A: They went through the lower part there around eleven o'clock
at night. It wouldn't get down as far as Miami at that time.

M: When would they get to New York?

A: I think they were there for the...not the morning of that night,
but the next morning.

M: Something like eighteen hours?

A: I think it was something like that. It went right straight
through, and they usually had a car of pineapple on that they
picked up at Miami that had come across from Cuba.

M: And did they have refrigeration in those days?

A: They must have had ice, they must have had some ice.

M: Did the crack trains have Pullmans on them--Pullman cars--or
do you remember?

A: I wasn't in any of them, but you could tell they were the best
there were. They were practically a straight Pullman car.

M: Did they have diners?

A: Oh, they were catering for a high class.

M: Well, I was just really wondering how far back this type of
car went?
What are you learning out in there--how, say you were down
in the vicinity of Winter Park and so on--that's of use to your

A: Well, that's a good question. I kept getting closer and closer

to my sulphate of iron. I knew it was around there, but I
hadn't seen it yet.

M: I know, but you'd seen the results of it, had you not?

A: I had supposed I'd seen results, because I had seen here and
there a small ground house in places like that where they had
had something like that. But I was very careful because I
didn't want to say anything about sulphate of iron till I knew
what I was talking about. Well, somewhere around DeLand, and
I couldn't tell you now, I'd been told two or three different
times there's such-and-such grove, one of the finest groves in
Florida, and so I hotfooted it over-there. It was, as I remem-
ber it, four or five miles outside of DeLand, somewhere in
through that area, which is a very good citrus area today. I
made acquaintance with the owner; he was out in the grove. I
spent all day with him, and he was interested in varieties.
He was a sailor, and he was sailing all up and down through
the Keys and the outer islands, picking up whatever strains
he could pick up. And in the picking up, some of them were
interesting. He was showing me these that he got.
Now, I don't think at the time that he realized that he
had the Temple Orange. It was there; it was there. You knew
it was no orange...entirely different. But it was just one
of those pick-ups, you know, and he had a dozen others just
like it., and my recollection is, except that he called my
attention to a very good orange, gave me all I needed. But
I don't think it was a named orange until the lines of trans-
portation got going better. But he had the grove. I said to
myself, "I'm going to talk with this man," the only man in the
entire trip born in Florida, the only one. He was born up
there near DeLand, over in what you call North Florida, went
up to Birmingham and made his stake up at Birmingham; came
back, bought some land--and you could get land cheap enough
after those freezes--bought a pretty good plot of land, and
planted them. By the time I got to him I would say he had five,
six, seven, eight year old stock coming along. He planted right
after the freezes, and some of it he got through the freezes.
That area was one of the safest areas around then. So, I had
a very interesting talk with him, and naturally I sent a rather
interesting telegram to my company that night.

M: Well, did you discover that he was using sulfate of iron?

A: Oh, you could see that a mile away. Didn't have to ask him.
Got to talking, I went right on. He went to Birmingham, where

sulfate is a byproduct and soon as he saw the yellow on his
own, he knew that they needed iron. And he knew tons and
tons up here in Birmingham they're throwing away. So, he'd
bring down the sulfate, and as they say, you could see it a
mile away.

M: Do you credit him with having introduced the idea into Florida--
I mean, of the use of sulfate of iron?

A: I would say that his grove, beyond any question, was more im-
portant than any other factor that I know of in developing
this, because everybody in that whole area--thirty, forty, fifty
miles away--get talking about good oranges, they'd..."You must
get over to see Temple's place," as I say.

M: And that was his name, Temple?

A: Temple, yeah.

M: Well, was the Temple orange named for him?

A: Yeah, the Temple orange was named for Temple--W. C. Temple,
I think it was. He was born near DeLand there, went up there
when he was a kid, and he got pretty well up in one of the
steel organizations, and came back pretty well heeled, and did
a lot of sailing back and forth, and was a pretty good botanical
scout looking for anything.

M: But the iron sulfate he was using didn't come from your firm--
it came from the Birmingham area?

A: It could've come in either place. He got it through his...what
he did, he had his mixer put three to four percent of everything
that he makes of sulfate of iron. He said everything that goes
on here, three to four percent of it is sulfate of iron; the
rest is whatever special he needed. So he didn't care where it
came from as long as he got it. Most likely it came from Jacksonville,
because he had a much closer connection than he had there. Now,
the Jacksonville man was not progressive; he'd sell it two carloads
a year.
Well, I sent my telegram in to my company. Now I says, "What
He says, "Keep on going--we want a report from you on the con-
dition of the citrus industry on the East Coast," which was a nice
order. I was at that time, somewhere around this DeLand area, in
through here, so I started down the coast. This time, though, I

wasn't bothering any person except I was not hunting for the
sulfate, but I was looking for anything different. For instance,
here's a man that had the first grapefruit going down, down the
coast. He had a concrete tennis court surrounded by grapefruit--
that was the first grapefruits that I had seen that had come
through the freeze, and I think the condition of the hulks here
and the absorption of the concrete, the way it heats, things
like that. But we would sit there and watch them play tennis,
and then he would say "Go get the ripe one." So I'd go over in
between and fool around and get a dead ripe one.
The next place that I stopped, I almost fell over--there
was a bottom acre of pineapple. I hadn't seen pineapple all the
way down. So of course I went right in and I recognized why.
There was a Jamaican in charge of it. He could run through that
pineapple that I couldn't walk through. Oh, those spines sticking
up there! I couldn't, but he could go tearing through there, and
it was surrounded by a palisade, in a sense, and against the back
of the fence, there was a pile of ripe pineapple that was two-thirds
up to the ceiling here. I says, "What are those for?"
He says, "They are too ripe to ship to New York City." But
nobody around there had the gumption to go and pick those things
up, and the towns for miles and miles around were anxious to get
it. But that's typical of that condition.

M: They wasted them in other words?

A: They didn't feel there was somebody else would have to get the
line started. Now this cousin of mine went on down to Ft:.
Lauderdale--I spent two days with him. That's where I got my
automobile driving, and I sat on the banks of the river there
by the hour and watched the feed of the tarpon from bank to bank.
Now you can guess the size of those tarpon going up and down
there...nobody fishing.

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