Paddling under Palmettos — page 76: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 69. not want to stay up the St. Sebastian longer, as the prospect for game was small, so it was concluded to leave on the next morning, providing the wind was favorable. | Another poor night was passed. It was warm, and both sand flies and mosquitoes were trouble- some. Their bars of cheese-cloth came in very handy— indeed, they could not have existed well without them. | When morning came it brought a welcome breeze from the west. As usual, when from this direction, it was puffy, but suited their purpose very well. Breakfast was cooked upon the shore. They had made a stew of the squirrels on the previous night, so that now they had fried bacon, hominy, and flapjacks, together with maple syrup and coffee. “All hands on deck to make sail!’ called Ned as the breakfast pans were disposed of. It took them only about five minutes to get under way, and they were soon moving down the river, which was nothing more than a deep creek at this point. Gomichboo “S)