Paddling under Palmettos — page 28: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 25 The wind still blew heavily from a point almost due north, and they prepared to pass the night as comfortably as possible. All was warm and snug under their shelter, though the pungent smoke from the camp-fire persisted in entering to some extent. Tired with the day’s labor, they soon rolled them- selves up in their blankets for sleep. It was their first night out. Besides the roaring of the wind through the branches of the trees, few other sounds could be heard, but once when Archie awoke he caught the weird hooting of an owl near by and smiled at the familiar cry. Morning broke clear and sunny, but the norther still held full sway. Around the camp-fire they studied Ned’s charts of the Government Geodetic Coast Survey—of which he carried a full assortment—and it had been decided that they were some thirty-two miles above Jackson- ville, having made wonderfully quick time, consid- ering the disadvantages under which they had la- bored. Gomicbooks (E(0)