Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 184: what you’re looking at

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176 IN THE SUNK LANDS. Sammy, ‘‘an’ I'll take this. Ef you see any one, hold him up an’ holler fur me, an’ I'll do the same.”’ I cocked my rifle and started toward the east, stepping carefully to avoid making a noise ; but every dry twig seemed to get under my feet, and snapped like a pistol shot. A hundred yards I went, and then, turn- ing to the southwest, came upon the trail a few yards from Sammy. ‘T didn’t see nothin’,” said that young gentleman. ‘Neither did I,” I responded. ‘“Now well foller along the trail an’ keep our eyes open or we mought run on Sie ‘¢—In ambush,’’ I finished. ‘Which ?” he asked, looking puzzled. I repeated what I had said. ‘‘¢Never heered o’ that kind,” said he. ‘“T’ve seed hazel bushes an’ thorn bushes, but never ham bushes. What grows on em—hams ? ”’ ‘* No such luck,” I replied, when I could control myself; and then I proceeded to explain what I meant. It made him angry. comircbooks.co m