Paddling under Palmettos — page 67: what you’re looking at

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62 Paddling Under Palmettos. » caught sight of his first alligator—a small fellow about five feet in length, that slid into the water at his approach, being exceedingly wary—and had also seen several ’coons along the shore. “Come—this is growing interesting,” he thought. Flocks of robins were to be met with, sometimes numbering many thousands. They congregate here and mate, when they go north a little later. Ah! what was that—another ’coon? No, Archie knew the bushy tail too well, and the spry move- ment. It was a dark fox squirrel—a good-sized fellow, too. Why not make sure of him? He would be good eating in the pot. A minute later the shotgun had spoken. It was a little Parker twelve-bore that Archie had used for years, duck and snipe shooting along Shinnecock Bay, Long Island, upon the Jersey marshes, in Ohio and Kentucky, and far away among the famous Canadian Muskoka Lakes. He knew fairly well how to handle it, and Mr. Squirrel went into the bag. This success induced him to look further, and he found a second fellow, GomicbooksGo