Paddling under Palmettos — page 256: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 247 These rascals had been very daring, and rooted around the camp at all hours of the night. Their depredations had especially annoyed Archie, and during the early part of the evening he had waged warfare on them. In the middle of the night the camp had been aroused by a tremendous clatter of pans. “The Greek! the Greek!” yelled Dick. Archie took in the situation at a glance as he bounded from the tent lightly clad. The old sow with the numerous progeny had started in to get a pot of hominy left over from the previous supper, and to reach it she had to tumble among the assem- bled platters and kettles. When Archie appeared upon the scene the whole troop was rattling the tins about in the greatest dis- order, until it really sounded as might the alarm on that night long ago when the Turk awoke to find noble Bozzaris and his band of Greek heroes in the . camp. Archie was a man for an emergency. He snatched up the first thing that came to hand, which happened to be a great pine knot, and made a dash upon the enemy. Gomicbooks ((0)