Paddling under Palmettos — page 37: what you’re looking at

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32 Paddling Under Palmettos. CHAPTER III. ARCHIE MAKES FAST TO A ’COON-OYSTER BAR. Archie was the first to awaken, and, poking his head through the rear opening of his canoe tent, he saw that morning was at hand. “Ahoy there, Bet!’ “Hello! yourself, Sea Waif! What's the row?” “Why, it’s time to get up!” A minute later Dick poked a cheery face out of his tent. ‘Another cold day ahead,” he prophesied, with a grimace, | There was every indication of it, for the wind still hung in the north, and showed no inclination to move out of it. The canoeists were in no great hurry this day, for — they had only a few miles to make to Rollston, where the boats were to be taken out of the water, put on the cars, and carried to the Halifax River, on the coast, a distance of some fifty miles. (COPAICel NOM! KS.(€O) m