In the Sunk Lands — page 224: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 207 inky blackness. <A multitude of ducks and geese paddled into the light and stared curiously at it. Then the breech-loaders threw a hail of shot among them, causing them to pay dearly for their curiosity. Sammy sent the dugout silently through the water, the quartette alternately picking up the slain and firing into fresh flocks. Sammy occasionally changed places and had a share in the fun. ~**Not another duck or we'll sink the boat,” said Bob, after three quarters of an hour of the best shooting we had ever had. Compelled at last to desist, we reluctantly turned about and paddled back. The dogs were barking furiously when we arrived. Sammy ran in and got his rifle, and. then followed the dogs toward the bear trap. ‘What is it?” I asked, following him up. ‘The door’s down!” he shouted glee- fully. ‘* We’ve got him! We’ve got him! There's a b’ar in the trap !”’ Gomicbooks (e(@)