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Paddling Under Palmettos. 99 Lucie’s white houses, they believed the settlement five miles away. This made Eden eleven miles away. Oh! for a fair wind on the morrow. The sky in the west looked black, and the surf roared unusually loud. Were these indications of a storm? | Archie looked out for the last time ere going to bed, and, finding things serene, turned in. It was a restless night; the canoe cramped him and seemed almost like a coffin, so that he was glad when morning came. There seemed to be no change in the aspect; the wind came from the same quarter and the sea was just as heavy. Dick was for going on. Archie said nothing, but made ready, and let his comrade lead the way. They kept rather close to the shore, and made a mile in gallant style. Then the big bayou opened on them. Phew! how the wind tore out of it, and the seas rode high. Archie laughed and set his teeth hard, driving the Sea Waif into the wind as well as she would go. It was slow work and wet work, but they could |. of C. Eomichbooks (E(0)