Paddling under Palmettos — page 86: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 79 Presently his gun sounded and a large, white bird fell with a splash into the water of the cove. Archie had bagged his game, and was satisfied. It was a lovely evening, with the sky clear, and a gentle zephyr breathing upon the face of the water. Some oystermen rowed by out in the Narrows, trolling a song, and soon they were followed by three fishermen in a large boat bound for Indian River Inlet, miles below. Supper was eaten just as the balmy night and the carnivorous mosquitoes closed around them. Pipes were brought into play to keep the tents clear, and the little bars of cheese-cloth arranged so as to ex- clude the pests. Archie*had just finished his log and was thinkiny of paying a visit to his comrades, when “Ahoy, Sea Warf!” “Well?” “What are you doing?” “Just finished my log and meditating.” “T’ve got a proposal.” Archie poked his head out of the canoe. “Glad to hear it.” | Gomicbooks (E(0)