Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 206: what you’re looking at

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196 IN THE SUNK LANDS. ‘ B’ar’s nest,” answered Sammy, glee-- fully. ‘* Have we got to pull it down ?” I wanted to know. ‘* Hit would take a man a week to pull that down. Them canes air wove in tight, I tell you ; but they’re dry, so we're goin’ to burn him out. There hain’t a dog in these yere parts as could go in an’ kim out alive.” A match was applied, the dogs held off facing the dark hole on the ground, and I mentally noted a young hickory growing on the edge of the cleared space. The canes crackled and burnt fiercely ;_ we waited, trembling with excitement. We decided that Joe should have the first shot. ‘“‘ Hit’s a-gittin’ warm,” chuckled Sammy. “The old feller’ll think cold weather is over shore !” Then came a growl anda black muzzle was thrust out, to be instantly drawn back. Then the canes burnt through in one place and must have touched his hide, for he came out in a hurry. * The dogs struggled to get loose and Joe fired. For the first time since our arrival Eomichbooks:¢co mn