Paddling under Palmettos — page 113: what you’re looking at

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106 Paddling Under Palmettos. “This isn’t anything to what I saw it last winter when I was down in this region. Then it howled from one quarter for a whole week. Being storm- bound I went off with the captain deer hunting.” “Tell me about it,” demanded Archie; “anything to kill time and make us forget we are marooned here in this miserable cove.” “There were some things about that deer hunt that impressed it upon my mind, and I don’t mind telling about it.” The canoes were side by side, as they had not ar-_ ranged them for the night. Dick lay back on his cushions, puffed away at his pipe reflectively, and then began: “Some one had left an old birch-bark canoe with the captain, and I took a fancy to paddle it around to revive our recollections of days spent in Canada. The captain proposed that we take the boat and go up the St. Lucie for a deer hunt. I was agreeable, so we put the canoe on board his sharpie and set sail. The wind was steady, a point east of south, and my destination being Jupiter Light, there was no use in trying to beat through the Narrows, so I was biding my time. (E@NMUIELOOKO KS