In the Sunk Lands — page 77: what you’re looking at

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64. IN THH SUNK LANDS. moighty peart, hain’t ye ? Them air ’bout — as scrumptious lookin’ dorgs as ever I seed ! Where mought you-uns stay when you air tohome ? Goin’ very fur? I ’low y’all air goin over to Simpson’s, as lives on Blue Creek ? ” ‘No. We would like ‘No? Well, | d’know ; thought mebby yall wus. Them air Simpsons air & moughty mean lot. Put on heaps o’ airs over uscommonftfolk. Sealy set. Drapped down on us one night; dunno where they kim from. Seems to have plenty to yeat, but don’t do a lick o’ work. It do make me seandlous mad to think o’ them loafin’ around over there an’ me a-havin’ to work this consarned old scow !” Here he savagely jammed the pole down in the mud to keep the boat from shding off the bank. His miserable hounds, interpreting this as an aggressive action, flew toward the bank, intending to make short work of us and our dogs. “ You—Tige—Boose!” heyelled. ‘‘ Kim back yere !”’ The hounds dropped their ears and balls comicbooks.cor