In the Sunk Lands — page 167: what you’re looking at

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152 IN THE SUNK LANDS. CHAPTER XIV. THE FIGHT WITH A BUCK. Sammy and I looked at each other in > consternation and gripped our rifles firmly. The crashing of the bushes came nearer and nearer, until the antlered head of a large buck pushed through and the animal stood on the bank not more than ten feet above us up stream. He stamped his feet, snorted and listened, but did not see us sitting quietly in the dugout below him. “The other fellers started him up,” whispered Sammy. The faint baying of Boose and the other dogs came to our ears. The buck seemed undecided whether to cross or go up or down the bayou. Finally he swung around and faced the direction from which he had come. Eomicbooks.c