Paddling under Palmettos — page 120: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 113 CHAPTER X. EDEN AT LAST. Again it was morning. Archie slept a little later than usual, for his night had been a restless one, what with the soughing of the wind, the rocking of the boat, and clamorous voices of night birds, and his dreams of home. “Sea Warf, ahoy!” This familiar hail aroused him, and out came his head. ‘“What’s the good word, Dick?” “Wind died down about four o’clock, and now blowing very soft.” “From where?” “South southeast.” “The deuce!” “Don’t fret. We'll get no more wind from that quarter for some days. It’s blown itself out now.” i “Ves, time for a norther,’ declared Archie, sar- castically. “Mark me, we'll have it before night,” and the Gomicbooks.co