Paddling under Palmettos — page 161: what you’re looking at

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154 Paddling Under Palmettos. CHAPTER XIII. HOW NED PROVED EQUAL TO AN EMERGENCY. “Tf you want a fine view walk over to the tower and ask the keeper’s permission to go up.” It was their friend of the night before who had said this, and they thought now was as good a chance as any to do this same thing. The view was grand, indeed. They could see the open sea, the coast line both north and south, and even get a fine view of the Indian River for miles. Looking into the interior they saw what appeared to be a wilderness of palmetto trees, saw grass and swamp land, where the smaller river wound its sinu- ous course—a fearful place to be lost in. “There’s the smoke from the Indian fires,” said Ned, pointing north. “Tt may come from the steamer, Jndian River, land- ing at Eden.” “No. It is too heavy for that. The Indians are hunting up there. It is the time of year they do this.”’ ‘“There’s another smoke in the southwest, a thin CONNICIOO KSA)