In the Sunk Lands — page 136: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 123° And having ventilated his views on the dog question, Mr. Jimmerson changed the subject. - We waged war on the cotton tails that morning. For two hours the woods rang with the reports. Sammy carried a long rifle of uncertain age and small bore. He seemed to think that a rabbit killed with shot was not worth carrying home, and ac- cordingly punctured each that he brought down through the head. “Gum boots an’ axes to-night,’ said Jimmerson, after supper had been properly discussed. ‘‘And plenty of fun, ” Joe added. ‘“Moren yall kin shake a stick at,” re- plied Sammy. ‘*Don’t you intend to take any guns ?”’ I asked, in surprise. ‘“Nixy. ‘Torches will be enough.’ i The men began to congregate early. They came by twos and threes, each with from two to half a dozen dogs hanging to his heels. Great pine knots were lighted. They flared up over the heads of the crowd gathered in front of the store, and lighted Gomicbooks (Ele)