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Show 75, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] line, deep water port at Knight's Key. "East of little Pigeon Key, in the path of this clattering train, a huge yellow moon comes up to dilate on the horizon. It strains to rise above the trestles and pilings, the Chinese letters of the seven-mile-bridge. "Close moon-the way a titan would see it-and his train slowly vanishing at the bridge speed of fifteen miles per hour; it seemed that Henry Flagler had gone to mine the very ores of Selene herself. . . "The winter of '32," Rossmore remembered, "an inordinate number of hoboes hitched south to the Keys on the railroad, to escape hard weather." "Rossmore about the Second World War. "I saw this newsreel clip, a German submarine surfaced and just machine-gunned the hell out of these people that were. . .just out for a sail. . ." "You was. . .was you born then? You was safer in Pittsburgh. Down here it was torpedoed freighters. . . and a queer sort of vigilante response, Hemingway lusting after U-boats, mysterious lights at night, jeep patrols constantly checking the bridges for sabotage, an elderly lady phones Navy intelligence at Key West, says 'I have just completed a list of 100 genuine spies-please come over at once.'" Rossmore looked back at his grip, wedged into the rear space of the Corvette, then at a mile marker, and |