Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 143: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. on 2 “The Swamp Angels ?”’ said Bob, inter- rogatively. “Yes. Hit’s a gang that have got an igee they run the Sunk Lands. They run a feller off paw had trappin’ over there last season,” The Quartette exchanged glances. ‘* Do you suppose we will have trouble ?”’ asked Joe. ‘* Mebby a little fracas,” replied Sammy, coolly. ‘*‘ They won’t pester us long.” And that was all he would say on the subject. A large sack containing the corn meal and other articles was loaded into the wagon with the trunks. Next came the hundred and fifty small traps, axes, etc., and when the Quartette and Sammy mounted, Loafer had all he could draw. The dogs were allowed to run loose, and Sammy volunteered the information that they would pull down a rabbit when they got hungry. The blind road leading to Muddy Run was a trifle worse than the others we had traversed, but the scenery was about the same. The ground grew higher and more EORTC OOOKS (E(@) m