Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 225: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 215 to visit the traps. It snowed heavily dur- ing the night, and next morning we looked out on more snow than had fallen for many years in that country. ‘We oughtn’t to leave the fur in them traps any longer,” said Sammy, at noon. ‘* Hit’s been in two days, an’ with this snow somethin’ ‘ll yeat hit.”’ ‘* Bob and I ought to be able to make the rounds,’ said I. ‘*‘ You can take the others in the dugout, or leavethem to keep house ; but, whatever you do, be sure and have a hot supper ready for us when we get back.”’ ‘*T am willing,’’ affirmed Bob. ‘“T ain't,” replied Joe, ‘‘if you can get along without me. Take Trevein the dug- out with you, Sammy, and I will keep house.”’ “Joe's a pretty good cook,’ observed Treve, “1, for one, will let him off if he’ll promise to have that supper ready.” “T will,” responded Joe, ‘if nothing happens.” So off we went. Bob and I hac our rifles slung on our backs. The traps were covered with snow, except where the game was alive, and the Gomichboo 6S (Ele)