Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 168: what you’re looking at

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160 IN THE SUNK LANDS. he pressed down the stout spring and allowed me to extract my foot from the painful grip. I limped along after him, but failed to see anything to laugh at. The crosses on the blazed trees began to count up. Wecame out on the banks of a small bayou, when Sammy said: ‘They seem to have gone in a big cir- cle. Consequently, they ought to bring up nigh the cabin. There’s another otter slide!” ; I looked at the smooth, slick place on the bank. It reached from the top of the bank to the water, and looked as though the animal had slid down a great many times. ‘“T’m blamed ef they didn’t see hit an’ set a trap,’ he exclaimed, pointing to the faint outlines of one just below the surface. ‘“ Some o’ ’em’s got eyes.”’ “It must be Joe,” I replied. ‘‘ He’s _ trapped before.” We went on for a quarter of a mile farther, when suddenly the blazing ceased. We looked all around, but could see none. ‘They either run out’o traps an’ started fur home, or—~—”’ EOmIcbooKsS.co nN