Paddling under Palmettos — page 109: what you’re looking at

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102 Paddling Under Palmettos. my long canoe trip down the Mississippi River. Il don’t know whether you will eat it, but if you like young baked pig I think it will strike you about right.” He went ashore, for there was a little dry ground at this place, and half an hour later Archie saw smoke ascending. He forgot all about it until later on, when Dick produced the baked ’coon. Neither of them took a great fancy to it, but Archie could see how a taste for the dish might be cultivated. ‘How did you bake it without an oven?” he asked, ‘in surprise. “I made one.” “Out of what?” “Mud.” “Oh, yes; I’ve heard of old hunters doing that, but I didn’t dream you knew of it.” “T’ve been around some,” said Dick, smiling quietly. Indeed he had. Few young fellows had seen more of the country east of the Rockies, from snowshoe- ing and moose hunting in New Brunswick, canoe- Gomicbooks Go