In the Sunk Lands — page 88: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 75 “TI don’t ketch no man till I know what I ketch him fur!” said the half-breed insin- uatingly. Mr. Jimmerson stopped. ‘‘Take your time, boys,” he said slowly, turning to us. ‘I forgot I wuz talkin’ to the pizenest, laziest crowd in these yere parts. Our man has got a good distance by this time, ef he goes as fast as I think he will; but we kin find him in an hour from now jess as easy as we kin now. As fur these fellers,. ef they don’t do what I want ‘em to, they kin pack their pelts over to the Pine Bottom agency.” ‘“T didn’t say I wouldn’t go, did I?” whined the short man, who seemed appalled at the threat implied. ‘*Nur me, neither,” chorused the rest, with the exception of the half-breed. The latter drew himself up like a pampered tragedian, and said loftily : “*I kin pack my pelts over there, even ef hit’s twenty mile.” —“*O' course Miggy kin,” laughed the short man, derisively. ‘‘ He hardly ever has any to tote. He’s too tarnal lazy to skin a mink,” Gomicboo “SiGe