Tampa, Fla.
Thurs., April 1, 1926
When Bill went to the spring for water this morning, he found a sloughed-off snake skin, about four feet long and as thick as my wrist. (Of the few snakes we have seen in Florida one was a water moccasin swimming across a pond, with his head out of the water and holding his long black body stiff and straight.) A whippoorwill was lying on the ground near the snake skin, and when she flew up two chocolate spattered eggs lay exposed, with no semblance of a protecting nest. It seemed a miracle that the snake had not gobbled up the eggs, particularly as whippoorwills act dazed in the daytime.
As we are getting low on funds Bill wrote Frank last Sunday to wire us some cash, but no word has come yet. Sitting on the park bench in town all day, Bill called every half hour at the two telegraph offices, Postal Wire Service and Western Union.