In the Sunk Lands — page 152: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 139 but we hain’t got nothin’ to yeat onless I kin knock over a turkey. Howsomever, Pll try hit.” He took his rifle and went out. We fed Loafer and then sat down to wait. The minutes went by slowly, then came the peculiar ‘‘ whang” of his rifle, and a few minutes later he came in with a turkey dangling at his side. We pounced upon that cho had it cleaned in no time and frying over the coals. One was detailed to keep the dogs away, while the others hauled out the blankets and spread them on the floor. sammy took some of the corn meal, mixed it with water and plenty of salt, and molding it into cakes, buried it in the glow- . ing coals. It was extracted later on, slight- ly burnt, and we indulged for the first time in ‘fash cake.”’ ‘‘T wish we had a better way 0’ Periees that door ’sides the chain,” said Sammy, between mouthfuls. ‘“T’ll fix up a bar to-morrow.’ That was a gay party in the cabin that night. After supper we fed the dogs, and lying at full length on the blankets before Gomicbooks (E(@)