Paddling under Palmettos — page 226: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 219 at this time of the year, and Archie was determined to have his hide for a memento of that exciting day. They fared well now. What with fresh venison and bear meat, together with black bass—which, when skinned, they found very good—their tables were fully supplied with the best the market afforded. Paddling down the river in the afternoon, Archie managed to gather in a few shore birds, two of which were yellow legs, another a krieker, the fourth a robin snipe. They proved nice picking, but only a taste for a quartette of hungry cruisers. Another night was passed in their camp. The sounds of the swamp away off to leeward and of the nearer pine woods kept Archie awake for a time. Finally he fell off into a sleep. It must have been about midnight when the camp was aroused by a_shrill yell, and every soul sprang to his feet. — “What is it?’ “The panther has been here at our venison. I Gomichboo cS (E(0)