Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 129: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 20 And having ventilated his views on the dog question, Mr. Jimmerson changed the subject. : We waged war on the cotton tails that morning. For two hours the woods rang with the reports. Sammy carried a long rifle of uncertain age and small bore. He seemed to think that a rabbit killed with shot was not worth carrying home, and ac- cordingly punctured each that he brought down through the head. “Gum boots an’ axes to-night,” said Jimmerson, after supper had been properly discussed. 7 ‘‘And plenty of fun,” Joe added. ‘*Moren yall kin shake a stick at,” re- plied Sammy. ‘*Don’t you intend to take any guns ?”’ I asked, in surprise. ‘“Nixy. Torches will be enough.” The men began to congregate early. They came by twos and threes, each with from two to half a dozen dogs hanging to his heels. Great pine knots were lighted. They flared up over the heads of the crowd gathered in front of the store, and lighted EMONNICOOO KS ue