In the Sunk Lands — page 168: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 155 ‘“Goin’ to make a stand!” whispered Sammy, excitedly, as I brought my rifle carefully to my shoulder. ‘‘ Put the bullet right behind his foreleg.’’ I was shaking as with the ague. One second the rifle was pointed at the bayou, the next at the tree tops. I felt cold and hot and nervous by turns, and possessed every symptom of the ‘‘ fever.’’ Inadvertently my foot touched the traps, and one rolled down witha clatter. Like a flash the buck wheeled and was starting straight at us. I was afraid he would go, and aiming hastily between the eyes, I pulled the trigger. But he tossed his head the mo- ment I fired, and the heavy forty-five glanced off. He dropped to his knees ; but was up again in a second. He was dazed. He whirled round and round, just as you’ve seen a dog do when after his tail. ‘‘ Look out!” screamed Sammy. It was too late. The buck had spun around until he was directly over us, and then, missing his footing, he plunged down the twelve foot EGomichboo SS) (ele)