Paddling under Palmettos — page 114: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 107 “Up in the mouth of the St. Lucie we anchored the sharpie and passed the night. Early in the morning we were up, and breakfast was speedily dis- posed of. Then, leaving a boy on board, we entered the birch-bark and paddled several miles up the river. “The captain had hunted so much in this region that he seemed to know every foot of territory. We were aiming now for a certain spot where a deer trail led to the water. It is customary, as you know, having been there yourself, Archie, to watch these runways in New York State while the hounds are after the deer back in the timber, and when hard pressed the deer make for the water, thus affording a splendid chance for a shot. All that is legitimate sport. This clubbing deer to death in the water is an abomination, a butchery which I can’t too strongly condemn. “Well, their methods of hunting deer down in this region differ exceedingly from those. Here they cenerally ‘still hunt.’ On the pine levels the eye can see a long distance through the trees, for there is little or no undergrowth. Hunting to windward, when by standing on a stump or a log one sees a Gomicbooks (E(0)