Paddling under Palmettos — page 169: what you’re looking at

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162 Paddling Under Palmettos. He slept like a log, and when he awoke it was morning. The storm had gone down, the sky was clear, but the wind still holding in the east and southeast, they could not have gone out over the bar, even had they been dreaming of such a thing. More fishing with the flood tide and no lack of fun. Archie caught a shark and held him until a bullet entered the monster’s brain, and he was beached, He thought of their acquaintance at Eden when he gazed upon the monster, and took a tooth as a trophy of his capture. His next adventure was with a sawfish, and it proved so dangerous that he did not care to try for these aggressive monsters any longer. A blow upon the long snout paralyzed the saw- fish just as he was about to demolish the Sea Waif in a hurry. They landed sheepshead, channel-bass, groupers, drumfish, crevalle, cavallia and other species of salt- water fish ad finitum. Even Archie, with the spirit of angling as strong within him as ever it grew in the breast of an ardent devotee of the sport, wearied of such work, Gomicbooks. co