Paddling under Palmettos — page 49: what you’re looking at

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4A Paddling Under Palmettos. “What luck?” asked Archie, with a sportsman’s friendly interest. He was shown scores of sheepshead caught upon the oyster bars and around the supports of an old wharf just below. The gentleman handed him a dozen or two small fiddler crabs. “Anchor about twenty feet from the shore,’ he said, as his man urged the boat on. Archie was a born angler, if nothing else. He would rather fish than eat. So he pushed out in his craft and commenced fishing, with rare good luck. So fascinated was he with the sport that his com- panions could hardly get him to take some coffee and stew. He then had a dozen fair-sized sheeps- head in his boat. They determined to push on for New Smyrna, de- spite the heavy sea. Archie privately believed that this was no weather for canoes to be out in, but so long as the others led, he was bold enough to follow. Off they went, bowling along before a stiff noreast breeze, fresh from the ocean. The water was salty and looked green. Before long, away off to port, they sighted some Gomicbooks Go m