Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 131: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

IN THE SUNK LANDS. 125 whistled, jumped and ran just like the rest. We soon came to where a confused mass of dogs surrounded a large pecan tree. They were baying and leaping up and making ineffectual efforts to climb the tree. The men walked around with the torches, peering into the dense branches above. ‘‘ There's three 0’ em!’’ shouted some one. | Three pairs of glistening green eyes peered out of the darkness. “Shin up an’ push ’em off, won't y, Sammy ?” requested his father. “Naw, I won’t. The fork’s too high up an’ the tree’s too big.” : ‘Then down she comes.”’ The dogs were kicked away and the crowd stood back to make room for the men with axes. ‘The chips began to fly, and in a re- markably short time the huge tree tottered, and amid a general scramble to get out of the way, came down with a rush. Three little animals bounded out from the branches almost before it touched the sround ; but before they had gone three feet the dogs were on them, EORNICOOOKS.€O)