Paddling under Palmettos — page 98: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. OI Dick threw his dandy forward, stowing away the mainmast and sail. Then they started out. Archie could outpoint the Bet, now that the latter had a crippled centerboard, and neither of them made much headway in the heavy sea. It was pretty dusty out in the middle, and every nerve was strained to the utmost tension as the lit- tle cockle-shells dashed on, making good time but poor progress south. Between one and two hours used them up, and even then they had only made a mile, but Dick ac- complished what he had set out to perform. His chart had shown him a cove on the eastern shore. They made it. Here they were beautifully screened from every- thing but a west wind, and even that in shallow water would not cause them much inconvenience. The cove was not very large. At the upper end was a little creek, which had a turtle pen in it, used by the turtlers to keep their captives. Not a living soul did they see. Archie paddled around the point on a tour of in- vestigation, as well as to see if he could find oysters. Gomicbooks (E(0)