Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 163: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 155 thrashed off in opposite directions. The buck came on after Sammy, and although the little fellow swam valiantly, it was right upon him, and he suddenly dived. The buck waited until he came up afew yards away, and then started for him again. Sammy was so exhausted by this time that it would have gone hard with him, but just then the whole pack of dogs—with the setter, pointer and spaniel bringing up the rear—came through the underbrush giving tongue grandly. It was the most welcome music I ever heard. They never hesitated an instant, but led by Boose came down the bank like an ava- lanche into the water. They swam like a streak for their prey, and soon the buck had all he could do defending himself. He fought like a hero for a few moments, trying to strike down the dogs who would not get in front of him, but persisted in chewing the back of his neck, and then finding that his efforts were unavailing, he turned and swam, down stream with the dogs trailing out behind. Sammy andI swam to the bank and, after an exhausting scramble, we managed, ag Eomichboo ‘S.C