Paddling under Palmettos — page 261: what you’re looking at

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wy 252 Paddling Under Palmettos. They turned and fled from the spot, their curiosity fully satished—no more “egg farm” for them. “To-day we ought to strike the Everglades,’ Ned announced. At three o'clock they rounded a bend and came to a halt. , Before them they saw the historic region of Southern Florida—the Everglades. A popular impression of this region seems to be that of a swamp, but this is entirely erroneous. It is reached through swamps, but the Everglades them- selves consist of vast tracts of water from one to ten feet in depth, and dotted thickly with islands. It is a beautiful sight in February, when myriads of flowers dot the grasses growing upon the shores. A gentle easterly breeze dimpled the surface of the water. ‘This stirred the hearts of our friends as even the beauty of the scene failed to do. They gave a shout as they tackled the long-disused sails and prepared to throw them to the breeze. In five minutes the canoes were in line, moving along like snowy birds. “This is living,’ grunted Ned, stretching himself out on deck, and looking contented. Gomicbooks.co