Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 40: what you’re looking at

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36 IN THE SUNK LANDS. ‘“Who knows in which direction lies Maumelle Lake ?”’ asked Bob. Not one of us did, so we applied to a gen- tleman leaning against his fence. Hecame out to the wagon to examine our equipment before replying : ‘« Y’all air on the rightroad. Hit’s nor’- east about twenty mile. Goin’ huntin’?” We replied in the affirmative, thanked him and drove on before he could ascertain our age and the place in which we were born. More inquisitive people I have yet to meet. The air was raw and chilly, with a heavy foo lifting as the sun came out. It was weather we did not expect to find,-and it was not long before a halt was called, to enable us to extract our heavy duck coats from the trunks. ‘‘ Hold on, my boy,” cried Treve, patron- izingly, as Bob was- about to start up. “ Wait till I get out my gun. Lalways eat my dinner, even when traveling, and a quail or chicken will come in handy.”’ ‘Well, look at those dogs!” cried Joe, admiringly. Two of them were sbeaiants with fore paw (e(oy payicel exeKe) .< com ©