Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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8 IN THE SUNK LANDS. northeastern part of Arkansas. They are gloomy swamps, chuck full of game from a deer to a swamp rabbit, and—er—well, for farther particulars I refer you to Mr. Isaae Jimmer ‘ | I finished with a flourish-of my arm, but inadvertently stepping on a lump of coal, sat down with great rapidity and violence in the scuttle. ‘““Gad! What a head you have,” said Bob, admirimegly. ‘*‘ Don’t you ever part with it or you'll lose something.” [ treasured this information accordingly. ‘* And now for Jimmerson,’’ went on Bob, after | had extricated myself. ‘* Jimmerson lives somewhere in the sunk lands. Buys pelts from the hunters and trappers and gets a certain per cent on the profit of the lot. By buying with powder, shot, etc., and very little money, he manages to make a pretty large income. Comes up here just before the season opens for money and orders.” “ Well,” said Bob, rising, ‘‘ then I had better go around and tell Judicial Joe and Treve that you’re going and that they had better ask for a vacation ? ”’ Eomicbooks