Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 120: what you’re looking at

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114 IN THE SUNK LANDS. ‘ Wecan unload them,” said Bob, quickly, ‘and if you don’t object, we'd rather leave them in the store than carry them anywhere. They’re not light by a long ways!” “Any way,” acquiesced Mr. Jimmerson ; but remember what I told you, Sammy !" We carried the trunks into the store. This was a roomy affair, with shelves and counters on three sides containing at least a dozen different stocks. You could get anything from a shingle nail to a gaudy scarf pin ; but dry groceries and ammunition were the most in demand. A large box stove stood in the center, sur- rounded by an assortment of three-legged stools and empty boxes. There was a eel- lar underneath, so Sammy told us, where Mr. Jimmerson stored his pelts until the season closed, when they were packed and carted to Jonesboro for shipment. Sammy proved a veritable shadow, and was very precise in his explanations. Whether this was due to his father’s com- mand or to the fact that he had outgrown his bashfulness, I could not determine. His odd and solemn ways drew us to him irresistibly. Eomichbooks.¢co