Paddling under Palmettos — page 156: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 149 o’clock the breeze was still in the east and they had arrived within a few miles of Jupiter. This made them all happy. They had been buf- feted so much lately by adverse winds that a little good fortune came in very acceptably. “Look!” cried Archie, suddenly, pointing ahead. The others did so. “That's Jupiter lighthouse,” said Dick. It could be plainly seen, being built upon a co- quina rock elevation. At four o’clock they came to a pause, making Ned a good prophet. The canoes were drawn up on the smooth, white sand, and their skippers getting out, proceeded to stretch their legs. “Well, here we are,” said Ned. “Right side up with care, too, thanks to your sa- geacious leadership, Ned.” “Bosh! Anybody with eyes could have done the same thing with this map.” Ned was modest. It was not every one that . could sail by chart. To do so over unknown — seround requires great sagacity. The eye must be Gomicbooks (E(0)