Paddling under Palmettos — page 237: what you’re looking at

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230 Paddling Under Palmettos. trees one felt comfortable enough, for they served as a wind-break. | “What's that?” asked Dick, as they sat about the fire after supper, talking. “T’d say it was the bark of a dog, if I didn’t know better,’ replied Archie. “That’s just what it 1s, though.” Listening, they could hear the dogs approaching the camp. Presently a man advanced with several curs at his heels. He was a gaunt-looking specimen of humanity, evidently a “Cracker.” Upon greeting him cordially they learned that he was a resident, having a palmetto shanty but half a mile away. “TI seen you’uns come into the river, an’ thort as how I'd run over an’ see if ye wouldn’t like to take a run with me to-night.” “What're, you hunting, Tom?’ asked Ned, who had heard of the man above. “T’m out after ’coons and ’possums, though we might run ag’in’ higher game.” Archie forgot his fatigue. Even his thrilling ex- perience of the preceding night passed out of his Eomichbooks (E(0)