Paddling under Palmettos — page 272: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 263 Their progress was slow, but toward evening it came out strong, and they sprang up from their indolent attitude to take advantage of it. For a time they bowled away merrily, and all seemed well, but Archie was watching Ned, and he thought the latter looked troubled. “What's the matter, Ned?” ‘The map’s kind of mixed here.” Archie laughed, remembering how the poor Indian who was found almost starved indignantly denied being lost, and striking himself on the chest cried magnificently: “Indian no lost—wigwam lost; Indian here.” Somehow none of them slept very well that night. A feeling’ as of some impending evil was hanging over them. In the morning, however, they were bright and full of spirits, for with the rising of the sun their doubts and fears took wings and flew away. They began to move on. When certain bends were made Ned marked them upon his map, and they endeavored to fix them on their minds, so that they might recognize them again. Gomicbooks (E(0) m