In the Sunk Lands — page 149: what you’re looking at

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1860 2°" IN THE SUNK LANDS. a hatchet, three axes, some nails, corn meal, coffee, sugar, salt, pepper, some chain an’ a hundred an’ fifty traps fur small game. Ef y’all need any more, Sammy kin make some figure-fours an’ downfalls. Anythin’ else you want ?”’ “Yes, replied Sammy. ‘‘ We want five o’ your dogs, an’ them with their four will make hit kinder rusty fur anythin’ we tackle.” ‘¢ And Loafer,” reminded Joe. ‘* He kin eat cane leaves an’ grass,” Sam- my replied. ‘‘ It’s cold day and a high wind blowing when we get left,’ said Treve, jubilantly, and with that the conference ended. The Jimmersons were early risers. We had scarcely swallowed our breakfast the next morning, and could hardly see a dozen feet for the fog, when our recognized guide, Mr. Samuel Jimmerson, gave the order to load up. ‘‘ Hit’s a purty bad road,” he explained, ‘‘an’ I reckon hit’ll be nigh onto noon afore we git there. The shanty’ll need fixin’, ef the Swamp Angels have left any shanty ‘tall, an’ we'll need daylight to do hit.” Gcomicbooks com