Paddling under Palmettos — page 64: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 59 whistling for a breeze failed to effect their purpose, they took the paddles. Over the glassy sea they went. There were some very picturesque scenes along the shore which Dick expressed a wish to photograph, as he had a small camera with him. Just then, however, a nice little breeze sprang up from the east. Gladly they dropped their paddles and stretched every inch of sail. In this manner they drew near the very long pier extending out over the shoals from Mr. Gibson’s bluff property, and which had a couple of small, picturesque cottages built upon it. This pier marks the mouth of the St. Sebastian River, and it soon opened to their gaze. The breeze was favorable for ascending the river, and they went up some five miles, where they found a fair camping spot, though the mosquitoes and sandflies proved troublesome. Here they determined to rest a few days before re- suming the Southern journey. All of them were eager to indulge in sport. Deer signs could be seen along the bank, but the Gomicboo CS (E(0)