Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 89: what you’re looking at

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

IN THE SUNK LANDS. 82 progress was, he never allowed the ‘‘ wee- pons’ to leave his hands. It was dark when we came toa stream about twenty feet wide, running between low banks. A fallen tree served as a bridge, and on the other side was a small clearing with a cabin standing in the center. It suddenly struck me that the stream was Blue Creek, and, therefore, my captor was Mr. Simpson. He threw open the door, and I saw a sight that caused me to start back in sur- prise. GOMiGdoo cs) (E(0)