Paddling under Palmettos — page 111: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

104 Paddling Under Palmettos. CHAPTER IX. A DEER HUNT ON THE ST. LUCIE. The next day was Sunday. Archie awoke about the middle of the night. It looked threatening, as clouds were scurrying across the face of the sky and the wind caused his boat to tug at her anchors, so he steadied her by throwing out a second mud hook from the stern. Even while he worked some drops of rain fell, but the storm passed off, and morning found things just as they had been for such a weary time. There was no hope of leaving their present an- chorage that day, for the broken centerboard made beating against such a combination next to impos- sible. Their fresh water was very low; they now used very little for cooking except for coffee or tea. What they had was far from fresh, having been in the tins since leaving Cocoa. This is the one objec- tionable feature of canoe cruising on salt water. Larger boats have little trouble in carrying all the fresh water they need, but canoes are small at their best and their stowage capacity limited. (EO [AMICLOO_ KS 4(eC) m