Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 68: what you’re looking at

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62 IN THE SUNK LANDS. ‘No, thanks,” I returned, sincerely. ‘I never bathe in November, especially when there is a wind blowing from the north that is growing colder every moment.”’ ‘Horm a line, shoot off both barrels in succession, and shout for all you’re worth. If that don’t bring some one from the other side—if there’s any one over there—l’ll swim across myself,” said Bob. The roar that followed would have done justice to a Gatling gun, while our yells would have made a Sioux bilious with envy. “There!” said Bob, as we panted from our exertions. “That ought to be enough to raise the dead.” We listened a few moments, then the sonorous notes of a cow horn floated across the water. ‘‘ There ought to be some printed instruc- tions tacked-on the trees if this 1s a boat landing,’ said Joe. ‘*‘ How do we know but what that is some felléw calling in his hounds ? ” ‘Tl risk it,” repled Bob, as a few short toots came from a point considerably nearer. Half an hour later, after much blowing Eomicbooks:co I _ ee > .