Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 271: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 261] Jimmerson if we missed a trap or two,’ I said to Bob, after the others had departed and we crawled down to the dug-out. ‘Hardly. We want to get everything done, so when Sammy comes back in the morning for the traps and ourselves, we won't have to do anything but load up and pile in.”’ Frequent expeditions after water fowl had made us perfectly familiar with the management of the dug-out, and, under the powerful influence of two strong paddles, it darted up stream like an animated being. We knew the location of the traps almost as wellas Sammy did. One of us generally accompanied him, while the other three took the land route. The dug-out darted from one side of the stream to the other, shotinto silent lagoons and narrow bayous. We gathered in the | traps and the game some of them contained, and by the time the eighty odd were secured it was growing dark. So we stopped long enough to scare up a flock of teal, dropped seven out of the lot and then made for home. The others were there before us, tired and hungry, with Gomicbooks (E(@) m