In the Sunk Lands — page 45: what you’re looking at

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34 IN THE SUNK LANDS. a horse for a period of thirty days. Indeed we were looked upon with suspicion. ‘“‘ A feller could get clean outen the State in thirty days,” said the owner. We bottled our indignation and went on. A pedestrian, to whom we applied, after persistently referring to the weather, told us : ‘“Jim Mills lives jess round the corner. He’s got a hoss. ‘Too tarnal lazy to use hit, an I reckon y ‘all kin git hit fur a year ef y all want to.” We found Mr. Mills lounging on the front gate, and made known the pe ii of our visit. “Yes; I got a hossy’ kin have,” he drawled. ‘‘ He’sin the stable. Y'all kin look at him. Ef he’ll do we’ll make a dicker.”’ Mr. Mills did not offer to go to the stable with us; but time was precious, SO we stumbled out alone. _ His “‘hoss” was a big, neglected looking creature. Its ears were frozen off, which gave ita wicked look, and you could count every bone in its body. The harness was in but little better condition ; but the wagon was* sound and strong, and we decided to take it, comicbooks com