儿童英语读物 The Panther Mystery CHAPTER 9 Big Lostmans Bay

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The airboat roared like a low-flying plane, whizzing across the sawgrass.

It was such a strange boat, Violet thought, as the wind whipped her ponytails straight out behind her.

Mr. Osceola sat perched on a high seat, operating the controls just in front of the motor cage.

Before they had left that morning, Mr. Osceola helped the Aldens load their gear and explained what they should expect.

“The airboat is part plane, part boat,” he had told them. “It is designed to skim over the mud and sawgrass. I’ll follow airboat routes cut through the sawgrass and down waterways.”

On the dock, Henry had studied the map. From the Miccosukee Village, Irene’s father planned to go through the Big Cypress¹ National Preserve, heading southwest to a waterway called Big Lostmans Bay. The chickee where they’d set up camp was not too far from there.

Mr. Osceola had passed cuplike ear protectors out to everyone, then slipped a set over his own ears.

“What funny earmuffs,” Benny had remarked.

“Sometimes I give three or four tours a day,” Mr. Osceola had said. “These protect my hearing, so tap my shoulder if you want to ask me a question. Otherwise, I can’t hear you. It will be loud, so you won’t be able to hear each other very well once the motor starts.”

Violet had sat beside Benny on the hard seat. The boat shot off all at once, frightening a flock of snowy egrets.

Benny laughed now with delight. He loved how fast they were going! Faster than any ride at the carnival²!

“I wish I had worn my hair in braids,” Jessie shouted to Irene, who sat next to her.

Irene shook her head. She couldn’t hear. But the Miccosukee girl had wisely braided her thick black hair. Jessie’s single ponytail was being blown all over.

Suddenly Mr. Osceola pointed³ to the right. Henry, sitting beside Grandfather in the back, saw a huge bull alligator⁴ slide into the water out of their way. He and Grandfather exchanged a look. This wasn’t going to be an ordinary adventure.

Henry knew airboats disturbed wildlife. Mr. Osceola assured them he would drive carefully. Anyway, they weren’t tourists on a joyride. They were on a mission to find Cat Number Twenty-seven, and, they hoped, Andrew Beldon.

After a while the roar suddenly quit. Mr. Osceola had switched off the engine. The blades of the propeller⁵ slowly whirled to a stop.

“Are we here?” asked Benny.

“No, I just thought you needed a break,” said Mr. Osceola. “The noise and gas fames can get to you. We’re about halfway⁶ to Big Lostmans Bay.”

“Big Lostmans Bay,” repeated Violet. “Is that where you saw the man who looked like Andrew?”

Mr. Osceola nodded. “There are a lot of hammocks, creeks⁷, and coves⁹ around there. It would be a good place to hide.”

Or get lost in, Violet thought. She looked around. The Everglades surrounded them completely — miles of sharp-bladed sawgrass, dozens of humpy mangrove¹¹ islands, an enchanted¹² forest of orchids¹³ and other blooming flowers.

Someone tapped Violet’s shoulder. It was Jessie.

“You ought to take pictures. We’ll never see this again!”

“You’re right.” Violet held up her camera and began snapping photos.

The heat began to build. Jessie hadn’t noticed how hot — or buggy — it was until they were sitting still. She swatted pesky insects in front of her face.

“Don’t the bugs¹⁴ bother you?” she asked Irene.

“Yes, but I’m used to them,” said Irene. “They are as much a part of the Glades¹⁰ as the herons and alligators¹⁵.”

“Everybody ready to take off?” Mr. Osceola called, slipping on his ear protectors.

“Yes!” said Jessie. The roar of the engine deafened¹⁶ her, but at least they were leaving the bugs behind.

Henry took out his compass. According to the magnetic needle, they were right on course. He admired Irene’s father, who instinctively¹⁷ knew the maze¹⁸ of canals hacked¹⁹ into the sawgrass.

After a long while, sawgrass gave way to open water. Inlets and tiny hammocks dotted the river. After reaching a large hammock, Mr. Osceola once again turned off the engine.

“This is it,” he announced, stepping down from his high seat. “I’ll help you set up base camp here.”

“Where are we?” Benny asked. He felt a little dazed from the long, windy ride.

“On the map it’s called Rogers River Bay Chickee,” Mr. Osceola replied. “It’s owned and maintained by the Park Service.”

“I thought we were going to Big Lostmans Bay,” said Henry.

“We are. We’re here,” said Irene. “This area of the Wilderness²⁰ Waterway is part of Big Lostmans Bay.” She helped her father anchor the boat.

“I have some canoes tied nearby,” said Mr. Osceola. “So when I leave you, you’ll still have transportation. You all know how to pole a canoe?”

“Irene gave us an excellent lesson the other day,” Grandfather said. He and Henry began handing the supplies and packs to Irene and Mr. Osceola, who were on land.

Henry grunted²¹ from the weight of a red backpack. Benny’s name tag dangled²² from the zipper²³. “Benny, what on earth is in your pack? It weighs a ton!”

“Things we might need,” Benny replied secretively.

“Well, it feels like bricks!” Henry said.

When the airboat was unloaded, Mr. Osceola led the way through muck and weeds to the park chickee. Benny saw the wooden structure first.

“That’s where we’re going to sleep tonight!” he exclaimed. “Neat!” He loved the high wooden sides with built-in sleeping platforms.

“It is neat,” Jessie agreed. “It’s like that book we read. The one about the family stranded²⁴ on the island and how they lived in a big tree house.”

“This is like a boxcar tree house,” Benny said, scrambling²⁵ up the side.

Mr. Osceola handed up some of their gear. “Remember,” he cautioned, “you are in the backcountry. Always wear mosquito repellent. Keep your arms and legs covered. Don’t forget a hat or your snakebite kits²⁶. At night, we’ll drape our sleeping bags or hammocks in mosquito netting.”

“I brought plenty,” Grandfather told Mr. Osceola. “And Jessie packed enough insect spray for ten families.”

“And lunch,” she said, unloading a large pack. “Mrs. Johnson fixed²⁷ us sandwiches this morning. Nothing that would spoil in the heat.”

Sitting cross-legged on the chickee, everyone ate peanut butter sandwiches, potato chips, and ripe mangoes. Irene contributed pumpkin²⁸ bread to the meal. A thermos²⁹ of still-cold iced tea tasted wonderful.

For dinner that night, Jessie and Grandfather had brought prepackaged meals that didn’t require heating. They would drink bottled water.

When they had safely put the food in animal-proof containers, Benny asked, “Are we going to explore now?”

“Yes,” said Irene. “This isn’t where Daddy saw the man who looked like Ranger³⁰ Beldon. We’ll only sleep here tonight.”

They all clambered back into the airboat and were soon flying over open water. As they approached a small hammock, Mr. Osceola turned off the engine.

“I keep a couple of canoes hidden here,” he said, wading³¹ through the water. He pulled back some branches to reveal a pair of canoes. “You can’t go everywhere in an airboat.”

He pulled the canoes forward, so the Aldens could reach them.

Irene, Grandfather, and Benny took one canoe. Henry, Jessie, and Violet claimed the other.

“I will leave you now,” said Mr. Osceola, once again at the controls of his airboat. “I must get back to the village for my tour.”

“When will you come back?” asked Grandfather.

“Probably late today,” said Mr. Osceola. “You’re in good hands. Irene knows as much as I do about the Glades. Good luck. I hope you find Andrew Beldon.”

So do we,thought Jessie, watching Mr. Osceola push his airboat back so he could take off without splashing their canoes.

When the airboat roar died and all they heard were birds calling, Irene said, “Well, let’s go. Daddy saw the man on the next hammock. We have a lot of daylight to look for whoever it was.”

They poled silently through the wilderness. Henry listened to the plop of a turtle sliding into the water, the flip-flop of fish jumping, the buzz of bugs. Even Benny was quiet, enjoying the closeness of nature.

Henry thought about the elusive³² Florida panther. From the pictures he’d seen of the beautiful cat, Henry understood why the ranger wanted to protect the last remaining animals. But Andrew’s love of the big cats could have brought him big trouble.

Irene poled the lead boat into a tight cove⁸. Getting out, she tugged³³ the front end of the boat up onto a mangrove root. Henry and Jessie slipped over the side and waded³⁴ through shallow water to secure their canoe next to Irene’s.

“Yuck,” said Jessie. “I’m all wet!”

“But at least you’re cool,” Violet said. “Look on the bright side!” She had never seen such wild beauty. She quickly finished a roll of film and reloaded her camera.

But as they walked farther, the scenery became dark and eerie³⁵. The foliage³⁶ was so thick, sunlight was blocked out. Violet couldn’t take any more pictures.

“It’s creepy in here,” Benny whispered.

Jessie couldn’t agree more. Instead of drying out in the heat, her jeans stayed wet because it was so humid. Lagging behind the others, she tried to find a ray of stray sunlight to walk in.

Then she heard it. A slithering sound.

She hurried to the front of the line, where Grandfather and Irene were walking.

“I heard something!” she whispered.

“What?” asked Grandfather.

“I don’t know,” Jessie said. It didn’t sound like a snake. But then things sounded different in the Glades.

Irene made a small motion with her hands. “It was probably a turtle.”

“It’s not a turtle,” Jessie insisted. She listened carefully. “I can still hear it!”

Everyone stopped. The soft slithering noise stopped, too, at least a beat behind them.

Forgetting her fear of snakes, Jessie ran back to the clearing.

“Here’s a footprint!” she cried. “It’s not an animal print! It belongs to a person!”

“It could be one of ours,” Irene said. “We’re all wearing shoes.”

Benny knelt close to the track. “Not like this one.” From his red pack, which he had brought along, he lifted out an object. It was the plaster cast of the footprint.

“I told you this would come in handy.” He set the cast next to the muddy print.

The prints were identical.

Everyone could see the distinctive³⁷ V mark on the sole.

Just then Violet whirled. She saw a man half hidden behind a mangrove root. “There he is!” she cried.

With Henry in the lead this time, the children ran after the man. They quickly grabbed him. The man did not fight back.

“Good job,” said Grandfather when he caught up to them.

“It’s the bushy-haired man!” Violet exclaimed. “The one who’s been following us!”

“And me, too,” said a strange voice.