In the Sunk Lands — page 113: what you’re looking at

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

100 IN THE SUNK LANDS. Patty produced a towel that I will wager was equal to any rasp ever invented. I had finished my ablutions and was standing before the fireplace where the hot fire rapidly dried the mud on my clothes, when Patty said something to her father in a low tone, to which he replied: ‘“T’ll be blamed ef I’m goin’ to foller any sich : “Sh!” she whispered. ‘‘ There, now, that’s a good pap!” Mr. Simpson reluctantly advanced on the wash basin, from which I[ inferred that he considered such a luxury unnecessary. While supper waited on him I finished my survey of the interior of the cabin. © A ‘‘ shake down” occupied one corner. A ladder ascended to a loft above, and the floor was simply the earth packed hard, but swept so clean that this formed no ob- jectionable feature. By the fireplace stood a dresser, with a small cupboard above con- taining the tin dishes. Besides the table before referred to, there were three chairs of uncertain age and stability. Everything was diminutive, but neat. And wasn’t that a supper! It was my — Ecomicbooks .cO