Paddling under Palmettos — page 185: what you’re looking at

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178 Paddling Under Palmettos. two. If anything touched him, however acci- dentally, he would give a start as though shot. And yet he did not turn back, but kept on his way to the ravine, although he walked as if on eggs, and his eyes were more on the lookout for snakes than turkeys, Luck was with him, for he came upon a hand- some gobbler, which had answered his “call,” and when Archie let him have one of his buckshot cart- ridges, the distance being fully a hundred yards, Mr. Turkey yielded himself a “prisoner, rescue or no rescue.” Retracing his steps, he took the dead rattler also into camp. The boys declared he had had a very narrow escape, and Ned assisted him to skin the rep- tile. “Some time when you wear a pair of slippers made out of that same skin, and are toasting your shins before a comfortable grate fire, while the cold wintry wind roars outside, you will remember all we passed through down here, and feel a pang of pity for such cruisers as we of the old Red Jacket Club.” They all laughed at Ned’s words. Nevertheless the incident was impressed on their GomichbooksiGco