Paddling under Palmettos — page 249: what you’re looking at

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242 Paddling Under Palmettos. The second day came. It saw them on their way to the mouth of the Miami. Here they took advantage of an opportu- nity that might not occur again for a long time—to lay in full stocks of water and provisions. Sunday was spent in the society of these kind friends who had come to wish them Godspeed upon their journey. The air was beautiful. Down here they need fear the cold breath of the norther no longer. They no longer wore a coat over their red flannel shirts except at night, when the air became cool, and extra covering comfortable. On Monday they took a last fond look out upon the bay and the ocean beyond, as seen through Bear’s Cut, and then, with the light wind favoring them from the east, set sail. They were not enabled to make use of their sails” for any great length of time, for the circumstances did not remain favorable. Double blades then came into play, and lunch was eaten while resting under some shady live-oak trees that overhung the water. Gomicbooks. co