Paddling under Palmettos — page 12: what you’re looking at

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PADDLING UNDER PALMETTOS. CHAPTER I. A CANOE CLUB LAUNCH ON THE ST. JOHNS. Jacksonville, Florida! The noon train had just come to a stop at the de- pot, and the usual rush and clamor began. Through the crowd a trio of young fellows forced their way, whose fresh, ruddy countenances told that they were from the North. ‘Which way, now, Ned?” asked the tallest one, speaking to a more sturdy lad. “Bay street is just a square off. We'll walk to the Carleton, get dinner, and then hunt up our boats. They were shipped by the new line from New York and must surely be here.” The day was a delightful one at the beginning of the year, and especially charming to those who had come from the cold North. It was more like balmy May than January. Eomichbooks (E(0)