Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 91: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 85 Migiery there mought be able to tell where some 0’ hit went. Every mother’s son 0’ us knows he don’t own nary a trap, yit he brung in three otter an’a mink last week.” Mr. Morris looked conclusively at the rest, and the rest looked at Miguel. ‘¢ T_T shoot him,” stammered the latter. ‘‘Pelts taken off head an’ all, warn’t they, Ike ?” asked Bull. Mr. Jimmerson reflected a moment, and then replied: ‘Clean to the nose.”’ ‘“ No holes CepP the eyes | fae ‘“ Nary a hole.”’ **{T reckon Miggy jumped the truth this yere time,’ went on Bill Morris. ‘‘ Cleared hit so durned fur he never tetched hit. I wanter say right yere, that ef I ketch any one foolin’ with my traps, he’s goin’ to git a bullet through him afore he kin let go! Y’all hear me ?” Everybody did. Mr. Morris looked at Miguel, who fumidd a sickly yellow, and retreated behind Ike Jimmerson. Just how what was promising to result in a quarrel would have ended, is EORMICELOOOKS 4(EC) m