In the Sunk Lands — page 127: what you’re looking at

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114 IN THE SUNK LANDS. ‘‘Wecan unload them,” said Bob, quickly, ‘and if you don’t object, we'd rather leave them in the store than carry them anywhere. They’re not light by a long ways!” “Any way,’ acquiesced Mr. Jimmerson ; but remember what I told you, Sammy ! We carried the trunks into the store. This was a roomy affair, with shelves and counters on three sides containing at least a dozen different stocks. You could get anything from a shingle nail to a gaudy scarf pin ; but dry groceries and ammunition were the most in demand. A large box stove stood in the center, sur- rounded by an assortment of three-legged stools and empty boxes. There was a cel- lar underneath, so Sammy told us, where Mr. Jimmerson stored his pelts until the season closed, when they were packed and carted to Jonesboro for shipment. Sammy proved a veritable shadow, and was very precise in his explanations. Whether this was due to his father’s com- mand or to the fact that he had outgrown his bashfulness, I could not determine. — His odd and solemn ways drew us to him irresistibly. Eomicbooks.co