Paddling under Palmettos — page 224: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 217 They hurried forward. Ned had retreated and was busily engaged in fastening on his mosquito-bar helmet. The air was alive with honeybees. They seemed stunned at the misfortune that had overtaken their home, but had already commenced to remove the honey. In its fall the tree had split open, revealing untold treasures within. While the bees worked at one end, loading themselves up with the sweets, our friends tackled another part, where the honey was clearest and best. Soon their pails were filled. They had no means of carrying more, and could not have used it even had they taken it. Still, there was ten times the quantity left behind. | “This will draw the bears to-night. They can smell it for miles, I believe,” said the captain. “Ves, if it was full moon I’ve no doubt you could sit in yonder tree with your rifle and kill from three to six before dawn.” “T won’t bother with them. We've got plenty of bear meat in camp, and I never go in for the butcher 99 act. Gomicbooks (E(@)