Paddling under Palmettos — page 112: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 105 The weary day wore on. Everything was lovely, save the one fact that the strong breeze came from the wrong quarter. “We've had wind enough from the south and southeast these three days back to have carried the fleet from Jupiter up to Titusville, and yet we haven’t made an inch, so to speak,” grumbled Dick. It was so sunny and balmly in the cove that to- ward noon Dick sailed out to see what the weather looked like down in the direction of that big bayou. He came back and reported it as rough as ever, and hoped that pocket of wind would soon give out. Two sharpies came in sight, tacking down the river. They were the first boats going that way the boys had seen for several days, and they fired a gun to at- tract attention, so that if the captains ran into Eden and found Ned they could report all well. Slowly the afternoon closed. Dick looked critically at the sky. “T think to-morrow will see a change,” he an- nounced, eagerly. “Surely the wind can’t blow this way forever,” said Archie, doubtfully. Gomicbooks (E(0)