Paddling under Palmettos — page 78: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 71 Alas! the prophecy was fulfilled. At about ten o’clock, waking up, Archie looked out. It was a quiet night—ominously so, but he thought it lovely, not knowing the treacherous na- ture of this Florida country as well as did his two companions. He looked at the sky, and saw the stars shining brightly. The air was still balmy. All around could be heard the rush of the mullet as their enemies, the channel bass, cavallia and sea trout, chased them through the shallow water. From the water line came the croaking cry of that weird bird, the night heron, and an owl solemnly be- moaned his sad lot from one of the dead live oaks and cypress trees in the potato field beyond the bank of the stream. Archie yawned and crept back to his blanket, fall- ing asleep almost instantly. It was about midnight when he was aroused by a dull, roaring noise that came sweeping down the river, and sounded like the onrush of a freight train. Startled, he sat up. At that moment the boat began to heave to and fro violently, and the tent to wabble about in a ter- Gomichboo CS (E(0)