Paddling under Palmettos — page 215: what you’re looking at

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208 Paddling Under Palmettos. “T think it’s a jewfish,” Said the captain, now coming up. “What's a jewfish r” “Wait and see. We'll get him ashore.” This was easier said than done. They worked for an hour at the marine monster, but by degrees his struggles grew less, although he still continued to give his captors trouble. At last they were able to haul him up on the sand, but it required the aid of both the others, who, at- tracted by the shouts of the toilers, came down the river. The jewfish was as big around as a hogshead, and something of that build—about as ugly a mon- ster as they had ever gazed on. Archie had had all he desired of this heavy fish- ing. His hands were sore from pulling at the rope. It was too much like working for a living; and then the monsters—could they compare at all with a trim, small-mouth bass, or the beautiful speckled trout of cold Northern waters? He thought not. Returning to camp, they lay around discussing the prospects of the future. Ned had been examining his map again, and learned that by following a cer- Gomicbooks: co