Paddling under Palmettos — page 63: what you’re looking at

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58 Paddling Under Palmettos. “What's up, Dick?” he demanded. “Wind’s whipped around to the north again. We’re on the wrong side of the sand-spit if it comes on a blow.” oe wesie “Ned and I’ve been pow-wowing it over, and we think it best to paddle around.” “Vm with you, boys.” Paddling was found to be hard work with the tents up and the breeze freshening, so with one con- sent they stripped and went overboard, towing the craft across the sand-spit and into the shelter be- yond. The water proved pleasant and the bath enjoy- able, though it was a strange hour to take one. The morning brought a fresh breeze, northeast by north, and by half-past eight the canoe club had started on its Southern journey once more. On the previous day they had made twenty-three miles, and hoped to beat that record, but about half- past eleven the breeze died out, leaving them be- calmed opposite Grant’s Island. The best they could hope for now was to reach the St. Sebastian River, some few miles below, and when Gomichbooks co