In the Sunk Lands — page 43: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

o2 IN THE SUNK LANDS. ‘* Indeed !”’ ‘““No;in Missour1. We're on this sidin’ — for No. 4. Five minutes late an’ hable to be an hour late before we git to the end of the division. Is there anything else you want to know ?”’ I thought not. © Then wiggle back, an’ ef any one asks you, Say you’ve seen me.”’ His quick perception of what I intended to ask him nonplussed me. _ I followed in- structions and ‘‘ wiggled” back, but I did not inform any one that I had seen him. A little before five o’clock the next morn- | ing, the porter, as per instructions, shook the curtains, and bawled : ‘* Jonesboro ; ten minutes ahead !” Then pandemonium reigned supreme. Treve, with a sudden lurch of the ear, fell from the upper portion and nearly broke his neck. The satchels were reposing under the lower end. The porter perspired like a street sprinkler getting them out. No doubt the other occupants of the car wished we were in Halifax, or some other obscure place. The train had stopped. We surged out Comicbooks co