They made it as a quick getaway, to the water, in case a war-party of Seminoles should drop in on them from the Everglades.

I came through here, once--oh, it must be twenty years ago--I was a school-kid, at the time.

An old Seminole chief, with the picturesque Indian name of Aleck, showed it to me.

His dad once cut off a party of refugees, somewhere along here, on their way to the sea, and deleted them.

Several of the modern Seminoles knew the path, he said.