Paddling under Palmettos — page 270: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos — 261 there was no pier to the windward now to break the force of the gale. Tents were put up. Extra care was taken with each fastening, for the coming storm looked ugly. When everything had been carefully examined a second time and pronounced perfect, they set about making themselves as comfortable as possible inside. Jocular remarks were bandied from one to an- other as they prepared supper. Hardly had this duty been completed when a dull roaring was heard. It sounded like a railroad train a mile away. “Here she comes, boys!” cried the captain. Nearer and nearer 1t sounded. Each one awaited the first strain, knowing that in all probability it would be the most savage of all. Archie looked out. Beyond the low island, half a mile away, was the storm, sweeping down on them with great rapidity. There was a deafening roar, and then the gale struck the canoes. Partly shielded by the low island, they only tugged and strained at their anchorage, bobbing up and down like corks. Gomichooks (E(0)