In the Sunk Lands — page 42: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 31 be handy next morning. We took three ; my setter Dan, Bob’s pointer Maje and Joe’s spaniel Sam. A few hurried ‘‘ good-byes’’ and we were off for the train. Tickets purchased and trunks checked, we found some amusement in listening to the animated discussion be- tween the baggageman and Bob, who held the three long-eared dogs by their chains, each doing their best to go In as many dif- ferent directions. At last we were off. And nothing to do for the rest of the day and night but lounge in that Pullman section and play pranks on one another. I| have a large bump, which the phrenologist designates as curiosity, and at the first five mimutes’ stop I went out to interview the trainmen. I went for the engineer. He must have expected me; at least he introduced himself the moment I walked up to where he was oiling the engine, ‘* My name is Jack Sanders.”’ “Is it 2?” said I, calmly. ‘Tt is,” said he, fiercely. ‘‘ I’ve run on this road for seven years off’n on. Been in fourteen smashups an’ never was killed !”’ (ECO payicel eve) <s) (E(@) mn