Paddling under Palmettos — page 108: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 101 “IT say, Dick,” said Archie, in a subdued tone, the canoes being only a score of feet apart. “Well?” “Tf I get a ’coon will you skin him?” “Will I? Count. on me. IT’ll skin all the ’coons you shoot about here. Why, about three years ago 93 when I was visiting The bang of a gun interrupted him. ‘“There’s your ‘coon kicking among the roots of that tree, Dick. Hush! By Jove! here’s another smelling him—a young, fat fellow.” “Hold on! I didn’t bargain——” Another bang! “Down he goes. This is fine work. I feel equal to a dozen. Bring on your ‘coons,” exclaimed Archie, slipping in fresh shells. “But I don’t. Spare me,” said Dick. No more were seen, so Archie secured the two victims, and gravely deposited them on the deck of the Bet. He expected to see his companion toss — them overboard, but instead Dick felt of them with glistening eyes. “This young one is prime. Now, perhaps, I can show you how I saw the darkies cook a ‘coon on Gomicbooks (E(0)