Paddling under Palmettos — page 101: what you’re looking at

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94 Paddling Under Palmettos. Archie heard a rushing sound, and then saw the lordly robber just over his head with the disputed fish in his possession, deliberately winging his way to an old dead tree on the shore near by. “Dick, I’m going to try for that old villain,” he said, hotly. Slipping a couple of buckshot cartridges into his gun, he took the paddle and crept along the shore line in his canoe. But the white-headed bird’s keen eye noticed him, and it left its perch ere he had reached the point he was aiming for. Archie snatched up his Parker and fired one bar- rel after the other. Some feathers fell, but the bird kept on. Probably one of the buckshot had passed through its wing. Dick announced himself ready at last, and Archie threw both sails to the gentle breeze. They could make fair enough progress while the wind remained in the east. They kept within a reasonable distance of the friendly east shore, but it was not long before Archie piled up on an oyster bar “I knew that was there. I could see the shoal,” said Dick, sagely, as he sailed past in deeper water. Gomicbooks. co