Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 127: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 121 to bear no ill will and were around as usual the next day. ‘We're goin’ to have a frost afore morn- in’,’ predicted Sammy, as we tramped into the little room next the store. ‘* How do you know?” asked Treve. ‘Feel hit,” was the sage reply. That was the only reason the rustic young gentleman would give, but he prophesied rightly, for everything bore the marks of Jack Frost’s breath the next morning. If Sammy knew of any indications whereby to foretell the state of the weather, he was profound enough to keep silent and lead us to believe that he possessed a barometer in his body. “itll be a good mornin’ fer rabbits,” he said, as we looked out of the solitary little window a few moments after being aroused by Mr. Jimmerson’s stentorian voice. ‘‘ They taste better after a frost.” We stumbled out of the room and out to a wellin the rear. The latter was but six feet deep, but contained plenty of water, owing to the nature of the country. “7 don’t know what you-uns wanted to bring dogs down yere fur,” said Mr. Jim- Gomicbooks (E(@)