Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 128: what you’re looking at

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122 IN THE SUNK LANDS. merson, aS we were seated at the breakfast- table. ‘* They’re too valuable dogs fur coon huntin’, an’ [ don’t reckon they know any- thin’ about b’ars.”’ “No,” replied Bob; ‘* but for quails and chickens two of them can’t be beat, and the spaniel Sam is worth a fortune for pala in ducks.” ‘‘Sallright,” said -Mr. Jisnesortians by no means convinced ; ‘‘ but you kin shoot quail in the timber yere ’thout no dog, an’ as fur ducks, ef you shoot from a blinded dugout you kin pick ’em up yourself.” ‘* But you surely can’t find any fault with Boose,” I interrupted. ‘*Hain’t findin’ fault with any o’ ’em., They’re all fine dogs. I jess remarked that you could a-saved the money hit cost to cart’ em down yore: but I reckon y’all kin find use fur ‘em.’ ‘* Certainly,” bniied Treve, Ree ‘“ And they’ll work a great deal better than strange dogs will.”’ ‘Well, you wanter tie ’em up to-night. A yaller cur’ll do jess as well to hunt coons, an’ ef he gits chawed up you don’t lose so much,”’ Eomichbooks.co m