In the Sunk Lands — page 151: what you’re looking at

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138 IN THE SUNK LANDS. firm when within half a mile of it, A dozen times we got stuck, but by pulling at the wheels and giving Loafer a rest we managed to sight the cabin at three o’clock. It stood in the midst of a number of tree stumps, fronting on a good sized bayou, with asway-back roof and the door par- tially gone. Sammy took the lead and we worked like beavers. The old chimney of mud and sticks was repaired. We cut down tall saplings and fixed the door by nailing them upright, as close together as possible, and built a cosy little L for Loafer. Sammy was for turning him loose to find his own food, but Bob reminded him that we should be held responsible if he was lost, and would not hear of it. We plastered the cracks in the cabin with mud, cut a large quantity of firewood from a fallen tree, and had a large fire roaring in the fireplace and no game when darkness settled down. ‘* Hit'll be all right,” said Sammy, as we stood in the centre and surveyed our handi- work. ‘‘ We'll git a panther skin an’ tack hit inside the door to keep the cold out; Ecomicbooks m (ere)