Paddling under Palmettos — page 183: what you’re looking at

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176 Paddling Under Palmettos. An ample share of toil and wear We seamen undergo, But when it’s o’er what do we care How hard the blast may blow? For homeward bound is a joyful sound, Though as yet it may not be— But we'll think of that as we laugh and chat With the girls of old Mohea. CHORUS. No song of the sea ever sounds one-half as full of melody sung in a parlor or concert room as out upon the water or when a party of jolly spirits are gath- ered around a camp-fire. There is a charm and melody to the stirring words, an enchantment that hangs upon one until the last quivering note dies away in the woods and over the water, followed by the intense silence of Nature. None but those who have been there can appreciate this truth. They had a chance while at Lake Worth to go on several hunts. The captain got his deer, shooting the little buck straight through the heart. It was while out on this trip that Archie had an experience he was apt to remember. While crossing a stretch of country in order to Gomicbooks.Gco