Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 258: what you’re looking at

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248 IN THE SUNK LANDS. Simpson sprang on a log near the edge of the woods, waved his hand good-bye, and then slipped and seemed to plunge head first off the other side. He did not get up. We ran to the spot. He lay on his back, with one arm twisted under him, His face was Slate color. ‘‘ Don’t pick me up,” he moaned, as we crowded around. ‘‘ My arm and back’s broken! I’mdone fur this time. Put your head down, one o you. tell you somethin’.” I promptly kneeled down. ‘“* Hit’s—hit’s in the stump—stump,” he whispered, hoarsely and with difficulty, “twenty paces—north o’ the shadder o’ the big oak—oak nigh my cabin. Tell—Patty —I’m—I’m sorry f His eyes closed and he was gone. ‘“What did he say ?” asked Jim Lacy, eagerly, as I rose to my feet. ‘Just mumbled,” I returned shortly. ‘If you don’t object we'll stay here to- night,” I said to Jim Lacy later in the day, after Simpson had been buried where he fell. ‘We want to get our rifles, anyway.” ‘“ All right,” he responded, carelessly. EomIchbookKs.co mi