In the Sunk Lands — page 220: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 203 all night jess to shoot a b’ar. We'll build a trap !”’ The quartette elanced at each other dubiously. Oh, I know how,” went on Sammy, watching us. ‘‘O’ course hit’s work ; but you-uns don’t mind that. We’ll take the axes in the mornin’, an’ I betcher afore night we'll have atrap that no b’arin these yere parts kin git out of arter he gets inside,” ‘* Make it of wood ?”’ interrogated Treve. “Yes, an’ kotch em’ alive !”’ This we thought would be great fun ; but next day, when we were ordered to cut down ten trees eighteen inches in diameter as a beginning, the fun waned until you couldn’t have found it with a microscope. But we were not the kind to back out, and with Sammy worked like beavers. The site selected was but a short distance from the cabin. To prevent burrowing, a floor of logs was laid, flush with the surface of the sround, Then the sides and one end were made, the ends of the logs being notched EOmMmIGcDOOKS. Gc