Paddling under Palmettos — page 205: what you’re looking at

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198 Paddling Under Palmettos. heat, Archie had never seen equaled. This South- ern pine beats the world for firewood, its only bad quality being smoke. Thus the night passed away. Morning broke bright and clear. The wind still held from the east, and the surf was running very high. There was no possibility of launching their boats upon such a sea, and it would probably be some days ere they could do so. Much as they disliked the necessity of this inaction, they could not help it. Ned sat down to examine his map of the region to see where they were stranded. Suddenly the others heard him give utterance to a loud cry. “What's the matter?” asked Dick. “Matter enough. Come here.” They gathered around him. “You remember this small creek just back of the palmettos yonder, which we were surprised to see so close to the beach?” sina hg “T have discovered beyond a doubt that it is a trib- utary to the Hillsboro’ River, and that by launching Gomichbooks (E(0)