The Illegal Marriage — page 122: what you’re looking at

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114 THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE, Simmons, the coroner, and two or three men who had assisted in finding Trippe, were coming to the spot. “Good-morning, colonel,” said the coroner, raising his hat, “I thought we had better examine into the doctor’s fall, to see if we could find anything to show connection with the other. “Iam glad you came, Simmons; I was about to look at that animal down there in the turn.” “That’s him, by——” exclaimed Barton, slapping his hand down upon his leg. “That’s the doctor’s brown horse—I’d swear to him anyhow.” “T think it is, Barton.” “F jist nor it, kurnel—there ain’t no kind 0” doubt on it in my mind: ? “We'll soon see,” said Simmons, tying his horse to the rail of the bridge. The party dismounted, and, walking by the log upon which Trippe had fallen, pushed their way through the thick growth of young shrubs and rank weeds. It is no easy task to walk through a thicket of a Southern swamp. Long, tangled creepers hung about their legs, while swinging grape-vines and festoons of moss obstructed the way. It was a good half-hour’s work ere they reached the bend of the stream and looked upon the body of Tripp’s beautiful horse. Barton reached down and took hold of the bridie; “Give usa hand here, Ira, will ye; let’s pull him up a little.” With the aid of the current, the horse was easily _ pulled upon the low bank, and they saw at a glance the cause of his death. Kntering the neck and =o". Ss & EGomichooks.co ie a '? sa of