In the Sunk Lands — page 140: what you’re looking at

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

IN THE SUNK LANDS. 127 kin make his hole he’ll do hit, but ef he kain’t, he goes up the first tree he kin make.” ‘Call up the dogs an’ start ‘em agin,” shouted Mr. Jimmerson. The hunting horns rang out lustily. Soon the pack assumed formidable d1i- mensions, and then they were started with whoops and yells. We plunged along after them, with the wounded limping in the rear, as though, although disabled, they were bound to be in at the death. The ground grew more boggy, and as we tore along the many feet splattered the mud until we were covered. But we shouted and whistled just as loud as before when the dogs treed another coon, and thought _it great fun. We realized the inconsistency of this fun the next morning, when we scraped the fox tails, Spanish needles and mud from our carments. Seven coons had been secured, and the fun was growing dull and seemed more like work, when the dogs made another rally and ‘‘treed somethin’.” The men began (EOE DOORS (ele)