In the Sunk Lands — page 139: what you’re looking at

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126 IN THE SUNK LANDS. But they managed to get their backs to a tree, and then they fought as I had never seen anything fight before. The dogs pressed them hard, but without avail. Their snaps were like hghtning and their teeth sharp as needles. Every now and then there would be a yelp louder than the rest and a poor dog would limp out and he down, licking the place where the sharp teeth had penetrated. No one could help — the dogs for fear of hitting a dog instead of -a coon, so they stood back and cheered them on. The dogs realized they were making no headway, and slacked up a trifle, and the — coons, taking advantage of this, tried to climb the tree. That was exactly what the dogs wanted. The struggle then was brief, but some of the bites inflicted in the death struggle were fearful. ‘“ Where do the dogs start them up?” I asked of Sammy, who was standing near, as everybody stopped for a breathing spell and to light fresh torches. cs They g cit some o’ ’em along the edge o’ the water fishin’ fur frogs. Ef the coon Eomicbooks.com