In the Sunk Lands — page 89: what you’re looking at

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76 | IN THE SUNK LANDS. ‘No lazier’n you air, Bill Morris!” re- torted Miguel. ‘* Leave hit tothe crowd,’ said Mr. Morris, carelessly. ‘‘Now, sonny, ef you'll pint out the place you seen him, we'll hunt him up.” Miguel darted an angry glance at him and walked to my side. | ‘* Hold on!” interrupted Mr. Jimmerson. ‘‘[’m in this. yere deal, an’ I don’t intend that we all air goin’ calawhoopin’ into them woods ’thout leavin’ someone yere to tend to things.” Then he stepped to the door of the store and called : “ Sammy !”’ A tow-headed boy of fifteen, whose face I had seen framed in the window when we drove up, came to the door. He came out awkwardly with his hands in the pockets of a pair of buckskin trousers. His face was the exact counterpart of his father’s even to the solemn look of age, and Sammy, as we afterward learned, spoke in a droll and slow way, and walked accord- ingly. He wore a pair of cowhide boots and a canvas hunting-jacket. Eomicbooks.com