In the Sunk Lands — page 48: what you’re looking at

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

IN THE SUNK LANDS. ot uplifted and backs as straight as a plumb line from the tip of their nose to their tails. The third—Joe’s spaniel, Sam—was sitting on his haunches regarding them with curi- osity. “It's a aaa or a prairie chicken ejaculated Treve. Then he got carefully out of the wagon, the dogs trembling with excitement. Four quail got up with ahum. ‘Twenty feet was as far as two got, the quick reports of the double barrel stopping their earthly career. That was but a starter. Long before noon enough quail and chickens re- posed in the bottom of the wagon to satisly double our number. _ Away in the east a hazy cloud, lifting above the trees, told of the proximity to the marshy sunk lands. Our quadruped being without a name, we contributed one.. He answered to Loafer both by disposition and hearing. And that was about all he would do. To get him out of a walk was out of the question. Noon found us about twelve miles from the starting point, and camped by the side ofa cane brake. Pe (Eo payice| evoye)