Paddling under Palmettos — page 130: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Paddling Under Palmettos. 123 believe a norther had started in, and yet such was the case. The wind was blowing down the river now just as hard as it had blown up stream for the last three days. It rushed through the tops of the palmettos with the sound of an express train. There were no longer any squalls, but a steady wind that would have taken a good sharpie and a bold skipper from Titusville to Eden in twenty-four hours, barring any accident. In the gardens were flowers of many kinds, all in full bloom, for there had been no frost in Eden this year. | Near the boat landing several young cocoanut trees were rearing their graceful heads to the top of the bank. Bananas, guavas, figs—all these thing's Archie had seen, and they no longer possessed that novelty that brings with it the charm of newness. He was ready to start when the others gave the word. When he reached the river he found that the sharpie had arrived and was anchored out in the stream, the water being too shallow to permit her (E(0) Gomicboo .S m