Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 199: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 189 ‘¢ Let's climb a tree,’’ shouted Bob, look- ing uneasily at the hogs beginning to con- seregate and watching us out of their narrow black eyes. ‘Go up one at a time,’ rephed Sammy, pointing to another pecan at our back. The three boys’ arms were yet lame, and it took them some time to accomplish the task, while Sammy and I unslung our rifles ready to stop any outbreak. ** Ef you have to shoot don’t kill him,” cried Sammy, as I raised my rifle twice at a too presumptuous hog. _ The men in the other trees watched us closely. At last the others managed to reach the branches, and quickly tossing up our rifles we scrambled up after them, and not a -moment too soon, for just as we did so a detachment of hogs charged. The next moment they were squealing and tearing at our tree as they did at the others. ‘‘| can’t see as we've done a very wise thing,” yelled Joe, as the concert beneath us quieted a trifle. ‘*‘ This comes of being inquisitive.” But Sammy shook his head. EORMIE NOOLKS are