Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 196: what you’re looking at

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186 IN THE SUNK LANDS. There'll be plenty o’ time to swap stories then.” We had reached the canebrake, when the faint sound of hogs squealing reached our ears. ‘ Whatis that?” asked Joe. “ Wild hogs, I reckon,” replied Sammy. ‘“They’ve treed somethin’. Mebby hit’sa panther, an’ mebby hit’s—well, we’ll sneak up an’ see.” As we proceeded, the squealing grew louder, until 1t seemed pandemonium had broken loose this time, sure. Now and then we could catch sight of a hog running toward the sound, and Sammy cautioned us to give them a wide berth. Then, aS we drew nearer, we saw a vast sea of moving backs. ‘Better tie your rifle to you,” said Sammy. ‘ Don’t know what minute we'll have to take to a tree.”’ The boys donated their handberebiete which were knotted together, and made quite a serviceable string, with which Sammy and I tied our rifles to our backs in the best manner we could. ; We pushed on a little farther, and a Gomicbooks:.co mn