Paddling under Palmettos — page 39: what you’re looking at

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34 Paddling Under Palmettos. “All ready?” asked the boy conductor of the train. — “Ves—we can answer for this end of the line,” re- plied Dick, laughing. “Going to ride on the flat-car ?” “Ves. We’re anxious about our boats.” “You'll find it cold work.” “T guess we can stand it, thank you.” A toot of the whistle, and they were en route for the Halifax River. It was, indeed, a cold ride. As the sun sank lower they shivered in the chilly breeze, although the thick forests through which the new road ran screened them somewhat. They were all cheery, however, and with song and laugh- ter made the time pass. | Night came on, but not darkness, for the moon was in her proudest state, and arose as the sun van- ished from view. The train stopped at a little station, just beyond which numerous fires could be seen in the woods, being made by the Italians who were working on the railroad. “We drop off half a mile below, at Tomoka Creek. The conductor says he will leave our car there until GomicbooksGo