Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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20) IN THE SUNK LANDS. number of years before, and so they were allowed to remain on sufferance. Joe’s taxidermic collection occupied the top shelf of the library. And now that I have deseribed the “den,” I will turn to its inhabitants. The first on the lst, from his command- ing position of president and general mana- ger, 1s Bob. He was introduced to us as Robert A. Cross ; but ten minutes after we called him Bob, and Bob he has remained ever since. Just imagine an airy, breezy youth of seventeen, with a face like a girl’s, dark eyes and brown hair, and a disposition that no one could ruffle, and you have a picture of Bob. A good shot with a rifle or gun, head and heels in anything like fun, courteous and pleasant 1n address ; do you wonder that he was a favorite with the boys, and that people called him ‘‘ clever ?” He owns a pair of pointers that, for that class of dogs, cannot be beat. The next is Treve. Ofcourse you know that Treve is my twin brother ; but unless you have known us half our lives, you ecan- not distinguish us apart—he either looks so much like me, or lsomuchlikehim. This GEomicboo