Paddling under Palmettos — page 265: what you’re looking at

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256 Paddling Under Palmettos. as the hills, and yet ever fresh—‘The Arrow and the Song.” Thus they passed their first evening in the famous, mysterious Everglades, which years before had rung with the war cries of the fierce Seminoles, but per- haps never before echoed with the spirit of senti- mental song. Just after they left the island and started upon their way, Dick drew their attention to an object that had rounded the end of the land, and was fol- lowing them. “An Indian!” Sure enough, it was a Seminole in his dugout canoe. His sail was large and square. He seemed to use it entirely to manipulate the boat instead of having a rudder. As the wind came from the south, and over the port quarter, they could see him hanging out to windward, so they allowed him to come up. He was a stoical fellow, wearing the usual turban headdress of his tribe, a colored handkerchief wrap- ped round and round the head as a protection against the sun. Besides, it has become the em- blem of their race, just as a Chinaman’s queue is. Gomicbooks.co