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86 Paddling Under Palmettos. Then he raised his voice and answered Ned’s hail. In ten minutes they were upon the edge of the lit- tle cove where the three canoes had put up for the night. “TI was lying here watching the sky and thinking how bright the Indian hunting-fires were to-night to make such a glow in the western heavens, when I heard your signal and answered it. If I hadn’t got a reply I’d have fired the rifle,” said Ned, after he had tossed over their trophies with the air of one who had seen much of this sort of thing. “Why do the Indians have hunting-fires in the night?” asked Archie, who believed in gaining in- formation even at the expense of exposing his ig- norance. “They come up from the Everglades on a grand hunt, warriors, squaws and boys. The squaws and boys start a fire from one given point to another, ac- cording to the wind, and watch the blaze, while the men do all the hunting. They hunt to windward of the fire, and, forming in line, chase the deer on un- til, hemmed in by the flames and their human ene- mies, the game is gathered in a small space, per- haps a patch of timber. From this point they are (E@NMIELOOKOL KS (E(0)