Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 155: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 149 small traps, an’ do a leetle snoopin’ around for that dugout the fellow told paw he hid in a holler tree near the bayou. We oughter have that to set the traps. Idon’t reckon we kin do much more.”’ As I was too drowsy to make a reply, Sammy subsided, and we sat and blinked at the fire until our watch was up, and then called Bob and Treve and turned in. Neither watch was molested. We turned out early, performed our ablutions in the bayou, and while Bob, Treve and Sammy, accompanied by the dogs, went after our breakfast, Joe and | cut a day’s supply of food for Loafer and rebuilt his stable. * ‘‘ | never saw so much to shoot at in my life,” cried Bob, half an hour later, drop- ping halfa dezen young rabbits and squirrels and three mallard ducks just outside the door. This pile was trebled by the other two. ‘But Sammy wouldn’t let us shoot any more than we needed,” added Treve, regret- fully. ‘No use,” replied Sammy, philoso-. phically. ‘ Y’all ‘11 git plenty o’shootin’ Gomilechboo SS (E(0) m