Paddling under Palmettos — page 68: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 63 at whom two shells were fired before he conde- scended to succumb. Satisfied with his little side hunt, Archie now turned his canoe down the stream and in five min- utes sighted the camp. The fire was still smoldering on the bluff, and the canoes seemed all right. He paddled carelessly along, and when near the landing-place broke out with a line from one of Dick’s favorite shanty songs: “We're rolling home from old Mohea!” Hardly had the words left his lips than he became aware of the fact that there was a great commotion aboard the Sachem. The canoe rocked violently, being drawn up just so far on the ground as to place her upon an uneven keel. Archie’s eyes opened wide with astonishment. Had the boys reached camp, and were trying to play a joke on him? The idea brought a smile to his lips. Perhaps, however, it was something of a more Seo rious nature. A remnant of the old Seminole tribe , still lived in the Everglades—they had seen ‘their \ Gomicboo “S (E(0)