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22 Paddling Under Palmettos. shelter tent with the sails of the boats and a piece of extra canvas carried to be used in case of an emer- gency, while Archie started a fire with pieces of dead live oak found in abundance, fed with fat, resinous pine. “What shall we have for supper?” asked Dick, as master of ceremonies. “Coffee for two. I'll attend to that,” said Archie. “IT can be counted on for a stew out of canned corned beef and Boston baked beans,” echoed Ned. “I’m hungry for mullet,” Dick said, wistfully, as he glanced out upon the water. Archie looked up. “IT thought the fish wouldn’t bite here when a norther was on,” he said, quickly. “We don’t usually catch mullet with a hook, Archie. Look there—see ’em jump.” In the shallow waters of the cove small mullet were leaping out of the water, sometimes as high as two feet. “Try them, Dick,” said Ned, nodding his head. “T will.” | Dick had on his rubber wading boots that came up to his hips. Archie watched him rummage in the (EOMMIELOOKOL KS (E(0)