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98 Paddling Under Palmettos. bor formed by the cove they had seen from across the sound. Here they dropped anchor, surrounded by man- eroves; but no solid ground could be seen. Dick explored a sort of creek at the end of the cove, and reported a dead turtle, around which the buzzards were gathering. Putting on his wading-boots as evening drew near, Archie whipped the water with a white miller fly. Soon he had a small cavallia, and the next time a peculiar prize, with a stripe, that Dick pro- nounced a sergeant fish. So it went on. Fish seemed plenty, though none were of any great size. ; | The mosquitoes were in evidence, too, and now they proved in an energetic way that they did not be- long to the harmless “blind” tribe. The captain of the Bet finished the supply of oys- ters brought along, and mourned because they had gotten beyond the immense oyster beds of the In- dian River, though a closer search might have re- vealed the bivalves near by. They had logged some thirteen miles that day, ac- cording to guesswork, and, being just in sight of St. Gomicbooks.co