Paddling under Palmettos — page 122: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 115 sir, | am in for coffee and a stew,” he declared, stoutly. “Then put me down for coffee, bacon and buck- wheats. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb,” laughed Archie. His best trait was his good nature. His compan- ions never found him anything but cheerful, even when buffeting the most adverse circumstances. That means much when two or three are thrown together for weeks at a time, on a cruise. When eight o’clock came it found them ready to do battle with the elements in all their whims. Every inch of sail was set, and in the light breeze they hoped to make their way down the shore. If they could do no better they could cross the sound and reach the house of a turtler, where their water cans might be replenished. Before they had gone fifty yards Archie saw that the change his companion predicted was coming. The clouds had gathered in the west, and looking back he discovered that St. Lucie was blotted out of sight. A tremendous rain squall was sweeping down the river, and it came from the north, sure enough. Gomicbooks (E(0)