Paddling under Palmettos — page 59: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

54 - Paddling Under Palmettos. CHAPTER V. IN WHICH OUR CRUISERS STRIKE GAME. Archie poked his head out of his tent in the morn- ing to find Dick performing his ablutions from the stern of his canoe, his tent being different from the others and cpening at the ends. “Halloo, Sea Waf!’ was his salutation, in a cheery voice, as he rubbed his ruddy face. “What's the prospect?” “Poor for progress—good for sport.” There was logic in his remarks, and Archie shrugged his shoulders as he looked out upon the tossing waters. At this point the Indian River was five miles wide, and the stiff south breeze kicked up quite a sea. It was resolved, however, to make a long point some three miles ahead, and a start soon showed poor Archie the folly of venturing out upon such rough water in his shell. The others also soon had enough of it, and crept up along the less troubled waters nearer the shore, using their paddles. Gomicbooks (E(0)