Paddling under Palmettos — page 250: what you’re looking at

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a Paddling Under Palmettos. 243 How beautiful and bright everything seemed around them. Their spirits were high, and Ned sang his favorite songs from time to time. As he paddled along some distance in the advance, he being the pilot and navigator of the expedition, they could hear his clear voice chanting: . “But the ship will tack, and the tar come back To the first love of his heart,” At four o’clock they discovered a fine spot for a camp. Here was an invitation impossible to resist. Canoes were drawn up on the shore, or secured in other ways, and then the usual preparations went on. They had eaten supper and were lying about the roaring fire taking their ease as well as the myriads of mosquitoes would allow, when a tremulous sound arose on the air, gradually deepening into a bellow, at which Dick gave a dismal groan.. “We're in for a serenade,” he said. “A bull!’ cried Archie, looking up. “Exactly,” said Dick, dryly. “Where do you suppose he is?” Gomicbooks (E(0)