In the Sunk Lands — page 83: what you’re looking at

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70 IN THE SUNK LANDS. This ran through heavy timber. Large trees stood so close together that two rods away was the limit of vision. The road erew more swampy, and we were con- tinually crossing small streams, while the eround became soft and yielding, Swamps appeared on all sides. Occasionally we would come out on the’ edge of some dark, silent lagoon, where gi- gantic sycamores stood up white and clear out of the dark water hke sentinels. It was late in the afternoon when we drew up before the largest building in a settle- ment of five houses. It was a store, witit ua large front porch, on which were piled large stacks of pelts, and around which were erouped several men, among them Ike Jim- merson. He came out to the wagon with a cordial ‘howdy !” and outstretched hand. Hewas immediately introduced to the two members of the X. T. C. Quartette whom he had not met, while the men on the porch snorted disdainfully at such a proceeding. While the others were unhitching Loafer and unloading the trunks, Jimmerson drew me to one side and asked : comicbooks.com —