In the Sunk Lands — page 133: what you’re looking at

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120 IN THE SUNK LANDS. CHAPTER XI. A COON HUNT. ‘‘T "Low every one yere is in fur a coon hunt ?” interrogated Mr. Jimmerson, | ‘You bet !”’ chorused the rest. ‘We'll git all the dogs we kin,” pursued Mr. Jimmerson, ‘‘an’ I reckon y'll better tie yourn up to-morrow so we'll be shore o° em.” ‘* Jesso !”’ acquiesced the others. ‘“[’m goin’ to bed,” announced Mr. Jim- - merson. At this gentle hint the men stretched, lit their pipes and tried to introduce another topic. But Mr. Jimmerson threw some more wood on the fire, and then opening the door told the assembly to ‘‘ cl’ar themselves. At this inhospitable command they strag- sled out. I should have thought they would have cut his acquaintance ; but they seemed Yr ‘ea 7 + ry Tt? pak comicbooks.co