In the Sunk Lands — page 102: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 89 been two persons went over yere, an one left a heel mark in the ground that don’t b’long to no boot in these yere parts, ’cep- tin’ in you-uns crowd.” ‘What y’ll got to start ’em on ?”’ asked Bill Morris. ‘*Don’t need nothin’ to start my dorg,” said a tall, loose jointed man on the edge of the crowd, who rejoiced in the name ofSandy. ‘‘ Heuster be a nigger dorg, an’ I reckon he won’t notice much difference ‘tween them an’ the feller we’re after.” ‘‘Haul your dog in yere, then,’ com- manded Mr. Morris. A lank, black dog, aspecies of fox-hound was pulled forward. His master retained a hold on his collar, and, shoving his nose to the ground, ordered him to: : ‘Hunt ‘im up, Bulger !” Bulger, the moment his master released the grip on his collar, sat down on his haunches and basked in the gaze of the interested spectators. ‘‘He’s too indolent,” said Treve, in disgust. ‘“No, sir. He’s too blamed lazy ; that’s Gomicbooks (E(@)