Paddling under Palmettos — page 222: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 215 and deliver me frorn a hand-to-hand encounter with a wounded panther. Let him off this time, Archie.” They laughed together over the anxious manner in which this last was put. “Panther, depart in peace!” said Archie, with a mock-tragic gesture. They soon sighted the bee tree, which gave pros- pects of a big yield. Ned took his ax and began vigorous operations. The onslaught made no commotion above, for, even if the bees had been alarmed, they could not have made away with the honey, as often occurs in a small hive. “Will you cut it all down?” “Yes; you can go back to camp and get the other axes with all the tin pails. We’ll pick out the best of the honey and leave the balance for the bears, since one of ’em gave us the hint.” ‘Where is the camp?” “Take your compass. North lies yonder, you see. The camp is southeast, or a little sou’ southeast, to be particular. When you get beyond that line of trees you can see the black smoke from the pine fire.”’ GEomicboo <SiiC'O