Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 200: what you’re looking at

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190 IN THE SUNK LANDS. “Ef [I’ve calculated right,” he replied, ‘* hit’s goin’ to be the luckiest thing could a-happened.” Then, when the squealing moderated, which it did every little while, he shouted lustily to the men. ‘Oh hit’ you, is hit?” called the tall man, surlily. “Yes,” answered Sammy. ‘I reckon you-uns alr glad to see us hain’t you? You said you'd see us again.” ‘Hold your yawp, or I’ll kim over there an’——”’ | “Oh, no you won't,” laughed Sammy. ‘“What’ll you give us to drive ’em away?” ‘“Won’t give you nothin’.” ‘Allright, you-uns kin stay up there !” ‘So kin you!” Then the hogs began to exercise their vocal powers again, which stopped the conversation and gave credence to the tall man’s words. : “We can drive ’em off an’ git away,” shouted Sammy, patting the stock of his rifle ; ‘‘ but if we do they kin git away, too.” This seemed a selfish speech ; but when he again opened communication with the Gomicbooks mn : (ele)