Paddling under Palmettos — page 152: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 145 month and lived well, providing water could be ob- tained. This was hard to carry. The room was limited in a canoe, and, although the can stowed fairly well, it was forever in the way, often under one’s feet. It is one of the penalties of a salt-water cruise in a land where fresh water cannot be obtained all along the route. A trip through Long Island Sound, through the great South Bay, or along the Jersey coast would not necessitate any such ardu- ous carriage. They were now below the line of stores at which anything could be procured, the last being at Eden, and they would not meet with another until they reached Lake Worth. Breakfast over, they bade good-by to the hospita- ble folks at Eden. Captain Richards and his fam- ily saw the Red Jackets off. In their red shirts the skippers looked very pic- turesque that morning, the white sails of the boats catching the steady east wind and their sharp prows cutting the water of the river. It was about nine o'clock when the canoe fleet left the dock at Eden. (E(0)