Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 185: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 177 ‘* Look a-yere!” he exclaimed. ‘* Don’t sling none o’ your high falutin’ talk at me; speak United States. I hain’t got no book Varnin’, an’ don’t reckon I ever will have, chucked away in these yere parts.”’ Here he gulped down something lke a sob, and then went on: ‘* Next season I ‘low on doin’ some trap- in’ fur myself, an’ ef I kin git money enough [’'m goin’ over to Jonesboro to school—but then, hit’ll take a heap fur board an’ books, an’ every one ll laugh at me.” ‘“No, they won’t,” I hastily assured him. “Tm sorry | laughed just now, but I couldn’t help it. Come up where I live, and it wont cost you a cent but railroad fare.”’ ‘Do you mean hit ?”’ he asked, his face lighting up. ‘“Of course Ido! I haven’t a doubt but what Joe, Bob and Treve would pay that, and willingly, too, to be out of the hands of the Swamp Angels.” ‘“{ don’t want money fur what I do fur you-uns,”’ he said, quickly; ‘‘ but ef you'll kinder give mea boost when I git there, hit’ll be all I ask.” — EOmMIIGIOOKSE