Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 69: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

IN THE SUNK LANDS. 63 of a horn, a flat boat grounded at the edge of the lane where we had stopped the night before and had been held up. In the stern, with a pole in his hand, stood the owner. He was also owner of an old smooth bore rifle that lay conveniently at his elbow, a cow horn and two lean, miserable looking hounds, who bristled their backs and challenged our dogs to fight. He had a shock of coarse, red hair that fringed the edge of his worn coon-skin cap, and a inustache of the same hue with long, drooping ends. A pair of overalls that had once been blue, held up by a single suspen- der, and a dirty calico shirt, were the extent of his wearing apparel. ‘“Wanter go across ?”’ he shouted. “Yes,” replied Bob. ‘‘What do you charge ?” ‘“My name’s Sol Dunlap,” said the boat- man, seemingly oblivious to Bob’s question. ‘* What mebby yalls ?”’ Has that got anything to do with taking us across ?”’ demanded Joe. Mr. Dunlap was surprised. “Sho!” he exclaimed. ‘Y’all air GOmiGchboo <S (E(0) mn