In the Sunk Lands — page 280: what you’re looking at

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IN THE-SUNK LANDS. 263 whistling to the dogs, started on the first installment of our journey homeward. ‘“Is the money safe?’ was my first question. ‘‘ All safe. Maw took to Patty lke a duck to water.” | This was good news. It was not long before the Quartette, partially to lighten Loafer’s load, but more for amusement, were down on both sides of the wagon diminishing the number of quail. ‘Things air turnin’ out right along like they oughter,” said Mr. Isaac Jimmerson, shaking hands all round. ‘‘ Got the four- teen hundred back agin, an’ fur enough to pay you-uns’ fare down yere an’ back an’ a good deal over.”’ ‘‘ Where does Sammy come in?” Lasked mildly. ‘* Oh, he don’t ask fur anythin’,”’ said Mr. Jimmerson, liberally. ‘« Then,’ said I, speaking for both myself and the rest, ‘‘ with the exception of what specimens we select for ourselves, will you turn over to Sammy whatever amount the fur is worth, and give him permission to pay us a visit ?” Eomichbooks, Go