Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 97: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 91 The rest immediately pulled up also. ‘“ What’s up ?”’ demanded Mr. Jimmerson. ‘Trail turns to’ards the east,” explained Sandy, laconically.. “ What about hit ?” ‘“Reekon you-uns know what kind o’ kentry lays yander. Ef any o’ you got gum boots y’ better git ‘em on afore we go any furder.”’ ‘“You-uns better git on your boots ef y all got any,” advised Ike. So the rest waited until Mr. Jimmerson, the three members of the X. T.. C. Quartette, and Sandy—who lived in the settlement— went back to don protection against mud and water. The trunks provided the boys with rub- ber suits throughout. Mr. Jimmerson ap- peared in a pair of rubber boots that reached to his waist, and Sammy’s duck coat. Sandy discarded boots and coat, and came back barefooted and breathless. ‘T’low he’son this side 0’ the Big Bayou,” he panted. | ‘** Reckon he is,” replied Bill Morris, dryly, ‘‘onless he wants to swim with a fourteen pound gun an’ his boots. Air y’all 9 EMNNIECLOOOKS {(e