Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 190: what you’re looking at

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182 IN THE SUNK LANDS. “We'll lay round the settlement to- morrow till the men goes away,” said sammy, after the turkey had been placed where it would do the most good, ‘ an’ then we'll swoop down an’ haul the boys out.” ‘* And the dogs,” I reminded him. — ‘‘Hum. You’ve got a rifle that shoots fifteen times, an’ I'll git one.”’ And with that he rolled over and went to sleep. I tumbled a couple of big branches on the fire, and followed suit. Mother earth is not the softest or driest bed to he on; but we were too tired with the day’s tramp to gather leaves to sleep on. I awoke once in the night to hear the wolves howling, and replenished the fire, and again dropped asleep. We turned out early. Two young rab- bits formed our breakfast, and then we started back to the settlement. We were walking along, when the sound of voices came from somewhere ahead, and Sammy quickly pulled me down to the sround. ‘The next moment acrowd of men passed by, accompanied by a lot of dogs, Eomichbooks.co m