Paddling under Palmettos — page 207: what you’re looking at

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200 Paddling Under Palmettos. again. Knowing just exactly where every article went by this time, they experienced little trouble in stowing things away. Then lunch was the order of the day, in which all took a hand. A stew soon sent its savory odor up among the palmetto leaves. Archie attended to the coffee, and opened another can of milk, while Dick toasted some bread brought from the lake. At half-past twelve all was finished. “All aboard!” cried Dick. Three minutes later the mosquito fleet was mov- ing down the creek. It was too narrow to use sails, and the spruce, single-blade paddle was brought into play. As they proceeded the creek became rapidly wider, after the manner of most Florida streams, until quite a fine breeze ruffled the water. Unable to stand it any longer, they raised their bunting and stood down the water course. It was devious in its course and took them some distance from the coast, but, as long as the wind remained favorable, they cared naught for this. Finally those in the lead gave a shout. The Eomichbooks (E(0)