Paddling under Palmettos — page 198: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 191 —1it seemed as though he were mounted upon a huge tidal wave and being borne through a mill race. This could not last forever. The bubbling and rushing sound gave way to others, and he knew he was nearing the beach, when his tactics must be changed. | Water had swept his deck, but the canvas apron drawn closely around him had saved him from being swamped, for this would surely have happened in the midst of that boiling sea. Onward he was borne. The billow upon whose snowy crest he had ridden into the surf carried him up far along the beach. When he found that he could touch bottom with his paddle he sprung out of the boat, and seizing hold of the foremast drew the Sea Waif up beyond the reach of the next billow. Hurrah! He had accomplished the task in safety. The Sea Waif was beached! Archie now recovered his breath and turned to discover how his comrades fared. The captain was near him, tugging at his boat, which, being heavier than the others, was harder to beach, CS (E(0) Gomicboo