Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 107: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 101 first experience with stewed ’possum, and although Sammy afterwards made untiring efforts to compete with Patty, in my esti- mation they were futile. Perhaps I was prejudiced. As for the biscuits, they were not hard enough to knock a man down with, nor did they taste of saleratus. The coffee was de- licious ; but to be able to have cream— whew ! Mr. Simpson arose and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Patty began to clear off the table and wash the dishes. [retired to one corner and, using my knife, scraped some of the real estate from my clothes. The weather grew colder and the wind whistled through the trees with an ominous sound. ‘“Goin’ to have a cold snap,’’ volunteered Mr. Simpson. Patty looked up but did not answer. Neither did I. Mr. Simpson arose, yawned, and ht his pipe. Then he took his gun down from the rack, broke it, and after ascertaining that the cartridges were still there, turned to me with : EOUMICLIOO KS. fe