In the Sunk Lands — page 279: what you’re looking at

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262. IN THE SUNK LANDS. their traps and fur dumped down by the door. There was a merry quartette in the cabin that night. The fire roared and crackled, and the wind moaned through the tree tops. Bob was telling an admirable ghost story. “The phantom rider bore down on him——’”’ Bob’s voice sounded far away. What the phantom did when it reached him, or whether it rode him down I am unable to say, for when I awoke the fire had burned down and the others were snoring melodi- ously. I could almost hear the thunder of those hoofs as I hastily tossed more wood on the fire, and then rolling up in my blanket, dozed: off, to be hauled out by Joe at an early hour. The door of the bear trap was dropped, to prevent any animal being caught and starved to death, and the dug-out was hauled out of the water and once more propped up in the hollow tree. Sammy arrived soon after, having made a quick return with the empty wagon. We loaded on the trunks, the traps and ourselves, and, Eomicbooks.co nm