Paddling under Palmettos — page 69: what you’re looking at

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64 Paddling Under Palmettos. hunting fires on the last two nights reflected in the sky. What if His cogitations were cut short. The rolling of the canoe grew more violent until it careened over to one side. Was that Ned fum- bling at the tent opening? | “Sachem, ahoy, there!” he shouted, cheerily. There was a more confused movement and then a black object landed with a splash in the shallow water. Archie gave a whoop. It was not the first time he had seen a black bear upon its native heath. Instinctively he reached out his hand for his faithful little Parker. GomichbooksGco m