Paddling under Palmettos — page 94: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 87 started one or two at a time, it may be, and killed. The Seminoles have become butchers, for they slaughter game for the sake of the hides now, which they sell for wyhomee.” “What's that?” “The booze—whisky. I have known them to kill four hundred deer and about a hundred bear within a short distance of where we are camped, over on the main land, where their fires now burn.” “The scamps! No wonder game is getting scarce in Florida. What a waste—and to think I’ve never even had a chance to get my first deer!” said Archie, indignantly. “Your time will soon come, my boy,” laughed Ned. | Eomichbooks