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retraced our steps and made same mistake and got aground again.
A [[red underline]] West Indian Negro, James [[/red underline]] is his name who is employed on Jones farm came around in his flat rowboat and kept us company all afternoon while we were  waiting for high tide to float us. In mean time he went to [[red underline]] spear some crawfish [[/red underline]] (langouste) for us under the mangrove roots of nearby key. [[red underline]] Pelican steaks are excellent, broiled. [[/red underline]] Waited in vain to float, finally night sets in and we have to trust to luck and a stern anchor which we have kedged in the flat. Northerly wind I fear it may increase
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during the night and give us some more trouble but it is out of the question to attempt getting out of this very narrow crooked channel except in good daylight. [[red underline]] James the Negro [[/underlined in red]] [[strikethrough]] In the mes [[/strikethrough]] tells us that in June and July [[underlined in red]] mosquitoes on these keys are so bad that it is almost impossible to exist. [[/underlined in red]] He said he [[underlined in red]] tried to raise a hog last year but had to kill it because it was literally covered with mosquitoes. [[/underlined in red]] This [[underlined in red]] mosquito fact makes this keys practically uninhabitable but real Estate agents are careful not to mention this. [[/underlined in red]] James was a [[underlined in red]] mine of information old man Jones, raises

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kedge is an anchor