Paddling under Palmettos — page 262: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 253 All were agreed to that. It had been quite a time since they had made progress unaided by muscular effort, and a sense of quiet content pervaded them as they lay back and watched the ripples break away from the sharp bows of their craft. At about four o’clock they reached their intended destination, having had a delightful sail of several miles. “Hurrah for a bully camp!” said Ned. * There was every indication of it. Soon the tent was up and supper preparing. The atmosphere was redolent with the odors of a million flowers. They were not troubled by the alli- gators now, for the saurians seemed to stick to the swamps, generally. One pest alone remained—the mosquitoes. They descended upon the camp in countless myriads, doubtless attracted by the fire, and made life a bur- den until the cruisers, owning themselves defeated, wisely withdrew within the skelter of the tent. Dick wickedly suggested that Archie rout them with a pine knot, as he had the wild hogs up at New Smyrna. GEomichboo CS (E(0)