Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 186: what you’re looking at

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178 IN THE SUNK LANDS. We shook hands solemnly, and for some time journeyed on in silence. Rabbits and quail got up before us, and squirrels barked and frisked about the trees, but we dared not shoot for fear of betraying our presence. ‘* We'll kim down to this canebrake some time,’ said Sammy, finally, as we trudged along by the forest of poles, ‘‘ an’ stir up a ar, ‘‘ Are there bears in them ?”’ I asked. “Yes, an’ wolves. Sometimes a Db/ar don’t find a good tree when the cold sends him in, an’ then he gits in a canebrake an’ makes a nest. When there’s cattlein ‘em, you'll find wolves. They hamstring the horses an’ slit the throat o’ the calves.” The darkness came down rapidly ; but happily we came to the place where the trail turned off on marshy ground, and where we could follow it more easily. And when it grew so dark that the trail at our feet was invisible without getting on our knees, Sammy pulled several yards of - dried bark off a fallen tree, and, with the aid of a match, we soon had a flaring light. ‘“‘T don’t think they’re layin’ fur us now, ” Gomichooks.com