Paddling under Palmettos — page 150: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 143 social pipe and conversation, the jovial yarn-spin- ning—all these things are lost, and each man, light- ing his little flamme force lamps, or battery of Flor- ence lamp stoves, proceeds to cook his solitary re- past and eat it alone. Generally when the boats are close together pleas- ant badinage will be indulged in from time to time. Dick and Archie used to exchange ideas as to the all-absorbing question of meals, and it was a com- mon thing to hear the former call: “Ahoy, Sea Waif! What’ve you got good for supper ?”’ ‘Oh! I’ve got a stew of canned corned beef and succotash thickened with broken ship biscuit, anda kettle of rice with condensed milk and sugar in it. Bully, too! Now, I’m enjoying a cup of English breakfast tea. It goes right to the spot. What’ve you got, Bet?” “T never saw a fellow get along so fast. My erub’s cooking yet. Let’s see. Here’s a hash of canned roast beef and Boston baked beans which I shall thicken with flour, a pot of hominy of which I’m very fond, and a pannikin of tea. I shall make out with some pilot bread, I reckon,” Gomiecboo