In the Sunk Lands — page 76: what you’re looking at

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

IN THE SUNK LANDS. 63 of a horn, a flat boat grounded at the edge of the lane where we had stopped the night before and had been held up. In the stern, with a pole in his hand, stood the owner. He was also owner of an old smooth bore rifle that lay conveniently at his elbow, a cow horn and two lean, miserable looking hounds, who bristled their backs and challenged our dogs to fight. | He hada shock of coarse, red hair that fringed the edge of his worn coon-skin cap, and a inustache of the same hue with long, drooping ends. A pair of overalls that had once been blue, held up by a single suspen- der, and a dirty calico shirt, were the extent of his wearing apparel. ‘“Wanter go across ?”’ he shouted. “Yes,” replied Bob. ‘‘What do you charge ?” ‘*My name’s Sol Dunlap,” said the boat- man, seemingly oblivious to Bob’s question. ‘* What mebby yalls ?”’ Has that got anything to do with taking us across ?”’ demanded Joe. Mr. Dunlap was surprised. no!’ he exclaimed; ‘Y'all. air Eomichboo (Ei @)