Paddling under Palmettos — page 223: what you’re looking at

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216 Paddling Under Palmettos. “All right. Look for us soon.” Archie kept his eyes open for the panther as he made his way back to camp, but the sleek, gray form was not to be seen. The captain had come in with a small deer, which he had shot a mile to the south of the camp and packed there on his shoulders. Tired as he was, when he heard that Ned had been left chopping down a honey tree he was ready for the fun. They put on gloves and arranged a piece of mos- quito netting around the hat in such a manner that by tucking it into the coat it made a veil, prevent- ing undue familiarity on the part of any indignant bees. All was now ready. Taking what pans they could spare they set off through the woods. Archie clung to his gun, and Dick carried the Winchester, secretly hoping to get a glimpse of the panther, but in this both were dis- appointed. As they neared the spot the blows of Ned’s ax were heard, and then came a crackling sound, fol- lowed by a crash. “Hurrah! the bee tree is down!” cried Archie. (EOMMICELOOKO KS (E(0)