Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 202: what you’re looking at

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192 IN THE SUNK LANDS. ‘You kin shoot the most,” said Sammy, turning to me. ‘‘ Pick a hog out nigh each tree; but whatever you do, don’t kill him. Ef you do we're good fur all day.” I did not ask why; but aiming at one near our tree puta bullet into his ham. Instantly the hog changed his tune and commenced to squeal like—well, like a stuck pig. Another moment. and there was one in each group in the same predica- ment. They ran among the others making for the edge‘of the drove, the rest redoubling their efforts fora moment and then fol- lowing their wounded companion, probably . to inquire into its strange behavior. A few minutes later the only hog in sight was a dead one, lying nearly trampled to pieces near the tall man’s tree. ‘“T told Smoky Bill not to shoot that shoat,” said the latter, apologetically, as Sammy and I stood with our rifles cocked while the other three hunted for theirs among the guns lying in the bushes. ‘‘ S’pose you-uns don’t find your rifles ?” he added, apprehensively. Eomichbooks.¢co m