Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 12: what you’re looking at

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14 SQUATTER DICK. hands, a grave was at length dug, Then kissing them for the last, time, Laflin gently lowered. lis mother und sister inte the pit. A quantity of leaves anu twigs were lwstily gaihered and thrown in; then the damp earth was heaped up ever ibe grave. Kneeling by the sirle(ol the noun, Lagin spoke: .. ‘Oh, Lord, byar lays my motiier an’ sister Sally, murdered by those Keedy boys, . Ef the Bible ‘speaks: the. trath, you'll Senne BP thar, for they was jest as good as they makes em... Whateyer they. tells you, ye can .sw’ar it’s true, for I ever cotched either on ’em:in a lie yit.. They:was atays kind with empty ‘pockets ; an’ they'd sie me thar. sup enpper aha they'd a’most starved themselves. - 4B Lortesl. aad with; ’member.onect, when. I's drunk, I ‘struck motions’ ‘cause she. told: me.-thar wan't; nothin’ in. the heuse to eat. fine could) ’a’ whipped me’asy, fer I wag, drank an’ cvuldn’b ‘a helped myself; but she scree She jest kissed me) an’. put me to. bed.) fen boo bsdoosis tedion _. Good,Londy,be kind.to,"em an’ gin ‘emepleniysto Cuts for they didn’t al’ays git it. down byar;)and they’ s: Jost dhe Bee mother an’, sister, averitier ever, had. Hoith ian .etl dew es “ An’ now listen, Lord, an’ mark .down- every, word: I sny, fer I menns it,,every single letter, I never) did any thin’ in pertic’lar to, those, Keedy boys, an’ they come like. power when?d’s away, an’ killed, mother an’ Sally... Now boys has, got to die, and while one o’ them ia alive an’ are Dick Laflin don’t stop huntin’, em. | The world haia’t big en- ough fer us all ter live in it ;, “ither they or L dias; got to. go under. By night an’ by day I'll hunt ’em, in the swamp or in, the, big cities; eatin’ or,,drinkin’,. ridin’ or walkin’, awake or asleep; )1'll kilk.’em wharever 1 find "em, ‘less they wipe me,out fust. IH chaw a bullet fer each 0’ eaves then Jet em. paway lifer: panier Rickethe Sean ay on than Lord, semember-this, ’eause Dick Laflin: hasewar'd it, in’ he don’t go back onshis word, nary time! 6). cid It was @ strange, mique prayer, but one, characteristic of che manavho made it. When) the last. words were. spoken, Laflin arose from the ground, where be bad been = and taking the ax, strode away into the forest: 9) says Comichooksrcom