Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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14 IN THE SUNK LANDS, on Muddy Run, about eight miles from ~Maumelle Lake, that you kin have, an’ I don’t reckon any one'll pester you-uns there. If they do, warn ’em off, an’ ef they don’t go, send a chargeo’ buckshot into ‘em !”’ Mr. Jimmerson finished this cold-blooded suggestion with a careless air that froze our blood. “And now, as to the best way for us to so ?”’ hinted Bob, who was business clear through. I would not have thought of half that he did. ‘T ginerally ride across to Jonesboro— that’s about twenty-five mile from where I live—an’ take the Scott R. R. up yere to Kansas City. Hit’s about a hundred an twenty mile. Now, if [was in you-uns’ place, ['d git offat Jonesboro, an’ hire a hoss an’ waggin to ride across the kentry. You kin always use a hoss in camp. I might meet you-uns there ; but I wouldn't know when you was comin’.”’ ‘“ We could write,” said Bob. ‘*"Twouldn’t do me any good. Nary one in our family kin read or write. We have to go to Jonesboro onee’n a while to stock Eomicboo