In the Sunk Lands — page 172: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 157 ‘That is the toughest tussle I ever had with a deer in all my life,” panted Sammy. An’ were the first ones to bring one in.” - «They ought to be here by this time,” said I, ‘‘ if they followed the dogs.” ‘* Don't b’lieve they ever seed the deer,”’ replied Sammy. ‘‘ The dogs wus runnin’ around, started hit up an’ they thought likely it wuz a rabbit an’ let ’em go.”’ ‘* Well, ’'m freezing in these wet clothes,’’ I chattered. ‘‘ Let’s go back and dive for the rifles and traps and get back here and dry out.” So we paddled back in a half frozen con- dition, and after repeated efforts: managed to bring up the rifles, axe and most of the traps. ‘* Now let’s go back to the fire,” chattered Sammy, his teeth rattling like castanets. ‘Hit hain’t no fun goin’ in water in November, even down yere.”’ I agreed with him. We returned to the cabin, rolled on a couple of logs, but not until the temperature rose to blood heat were we satisfied. The dogs dried themselves at the same time we did, Then we had agreat feast on venison Gomicbooks (0)