Paddling under Palmettos — page 216: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 209 tain branch of the river it would take them a num- ber of miles on their way south. When they reached a certain point they could make a short portage, and camp upon the beach, ready to go on as soon as the wind and sea would allow them. They talked the matter over, and it was decided that, as the day was so far advanced, there was no use of moving then, but, should things not look more favorable in the morning, they would attempt it. The captain took his Winchester and went off for deer. He had always been passionately fond of deerstalking, and in the past had slain dozens of the animals up in the North Woods of Michigan. Around the camp the others were lounging, tak- ing it easy upon the white sand. Suddenly one of them gave a shout: “A bear! a bear!” Consternation ensued. Sure enough, there was a black bear in the camp. How the marauder had come there it might be hard to say, but just then it was difficult to tell which was the more surprised, the bear or the young cruisers. Gomicbooks (E(0)