Paddling under Palmettos — page 268: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 259 CHAPTER XXTI. A LOST CANOE CLUB. During the evening some flights of oratory were indulged in. Ned covered himself with glory, and even the famous old Indian orator of the Six Nations, Red Jacket, after whom they had named their canoe club, might have been envious had he listened. They slept well. In the morning they parted from their friends, the Seminoles, taking souvenirs with them and leaving others behind. Ned had spent nearly an hour in trying to get some information out of the head man of the tribe, and did not believe he had succeeded, because it failed to agree with his map. The Indians had lived in the Everglades all their lives, and undoubtedly knew about the intricate pas- sages, but they possibly lacked the power of giving this information to others, so Ned thought. A fair breeze was given them from the start, but it died out after a while, to come up, just as they Gomicboo cS (E(@)