Paddling under Palmettos — page 229: what you’re looking at

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222 Paddling Under Palmettos. They could not have left the inlet until three in the afternoon, and, to tell the truth, would not have dared do so at that hour. Now, should the morning prove favorable, they would already be some ten miles more or less upon their journey. They set about making acamp. By this time they had grown so accustomed to such a duty that it was soon accomplished. Archie took the rifle, crossed the little stream, and started out for a hunt, though he did not intend going far. As is often the case, however, he saw signs of deer and began to get excited. In the end he had gone some miles from camp, when he finally sighted a small deer end got a shot at it. He was a fair marksman. The deer dropped and Archie bled it. Then he proceeded to pack it in the lightest possible manner for carrying, as he meant to lug it into camp at all hazards. Just as he finished this he was amazed to find the pine forests growing dusky. Night was coming on. GomiGcbooks,.co