Paddling under Palmettos — page 294: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 285 “Allright. I’ll wake you up.” Archie was as good as his word, for while the gray dawn was still battling with the shadows of the flee- ing night the camp was aroused by a terrific and un- earthly noise, as if Gabriel and his trump of doom had suddenly come upon the scene. It was only Archie leaning out of his boat and tooting upon his old fish horn. All was soon astir, and the grateful incense of coffee ascended from the fire. When it had boiled up twice and been dashed with a little cold water, it was set aside to settle. Having started, they paddled for some time until the stream became wider. Then the sails went up with a hurrah, the wind being fair. How grateful it was to glide along without mus- cular exertion. The breeze became stronger, and soon they were speeding on toward their goal. The scenery for a time was just about what they had been expecting for days past, as the river was narrow and the banks inclined to be marshy. Further down it would open wide and present a grander view. Gomicbooks (E(0) m