Paddling under Palmettos — page 83: what you’re looking at

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70 Paddling Under Palmettos. CHAPTER VII. A FEATHER ROOST IN THE SWAMP. Archie was shivering part of the time, for, be it remembered, he had three times been in the water, not to speak of the rain and spray that dashed over him when every wave that came rolling along would strike the Sea Waif on her starboard bow with a bang and then splash over the tent-hatch, while the wind at times tried hard to tear the covering loose. Wearied and cold, he determined to go ashore, and, climbing the bank, see if a fire could be started, as daylight was not far off. As he made his way along with some dry clothes in his hand he saw a few sparks shoot heavenward, and, pulling himself up the bank by means of some — roots, found Ned toasting his shins before a small fire. Morning came. They were all full of talk about the night’s mishaps, and the two old cruisers thought they had the laugh on Archie for his scare, — but he secretly believed that when the rush of the Gomicbooks Go