mutineer is no Mr. Christian and, alas, our revolt ended at the rail.
Around noon...Would it ever arrive?...cries, bells, buzzer sounded throughout
the tossing hull. Amid whoops and holler, the clique group made a dash to the
top deck and the exclusive mezzanine area was turned Into a John Sealy emergency
Being a strict amateur, I was flattered to have as a "lifer" a jaeger, a
napoleon, and a gannet—all easily identifiable at the remarkable distance of
fifty miles. After all, if Nancy says a speck is a jaeger, who am I to tell
her that it was a herring. The trip was a "lifer" of a sort for me; a *'lifer"
as a sea sick host replete with cookies. Enough Girl Scout cookies were tossed
over the rail to enable that wonderful organization to set up business in
The trip is not over for me yet. As I write this note, I am still tossing
about on a green sea with a green stomach and each tilt of my head starts the
room reeling again. But memories have a way of dulling names; and although the
discomfort was great, the people encountered were even greater. X shall not
forget them and this note is just so you will not forget me.
Nancy dear, hand me the pills and "What time does the next pelagic leave?"
* Pelagic is an adjective, but I am going to use It as I damn well please.
Incidentally, it is a Greek word.
The chuckers and chuck-watchers aboard the Medic Queen included the following,
many of which came from such distances as Dallas, Fort Worth, Beaumont, and
San Antonio: Jerry and Nancy Strickling, Steve Williams, Jim Ellis, Charles
Bender, Katrina Thompson, Carrie Holcomb, Leota Stilwell, Thelma Smith, Mabel
M. Smith, Marguerite Harris, R. George and Carol Cunningham, Bob and Suzanne
Braden, Miss Margaret Hinshaw, Elmo Valdes, J. G„ and Fern Heinke, L. A. M.
and Johnnie Faye Barnette and Johnny Barnette, Helen Via, Mike and Betty Clarke,
Bob and Mabel Deshayes, Mark Thornton, James and Iris O'Neill, Litt Fowler,
Carl Aiken, Ralph Hunter, Linda Snyder, Clint Snyder, Charles W. Lucas, S. H.
and Jeanne LeBlanc, Austin Evans, Dr. William and Laura Lee Graber, Hazel
Nichols, Ethel Bowman, Bess Blount, Doris Einick and Betty Roberts.
PRAIRIE CHICKENS IN LAPORTE - LOMAX AREA Linda Snyder
Late last Spring a friend, who kept his plane at the LaPorte Airport, told
us of having seen Prairie Chickens there. Acting on this information I went
to the airport early in February to look for them. None were seen that day,
but, in talking to Mr. Cliff Hyde, I was informed that twelve had been seen
earlier, and approximately twenty the previous year. The airport is surrounded
by waist-high grass fields which are the preferred domain of the Prairie
Chicken. The chickens appear occasionally in the short grass and on the runways at the airport. Some have been killed by planes and are said to be good
eating! On February 9th, Mary Belle Kokesh reported seven on a distant runway,
and on February 28th I spotted six Prairie Chickens at 50-100 yards. This is
all of interest because the group is probably the remnant of the flock of
Prairie Chickens that formerly (years ago) had been noted in the Lomax area.
OF NOTE Linda Snyder
The Sora Rail, released in our waterfront marsh, left the marsh possibly
because the water was brackish or because the Clapper Rail exercised his
rights of occupancy. In any event, the Sora Rail began appearing in the
yard in a flower bed where he partook of the corn, bread, and banana I had
put there for other birds. I placed a pan of minnows in the bed "But only
saw the rail catch and eat one minnow. Other birds drank from the pan. The
funniest sight of all, though, was a hungry Robin who went fishing, came up
with a minnow, and eventually swallowed it wholeS