Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1890-09-17
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Rash VsnturinE Beyond the Bounds
CiHiliEad CookArY.

Rash VonturinG Beyond the Bounds Of
Civilized Cookery.
It'll have cold roast chicken, If you
can give me Leg" said one Of a party
OF three young fellows who fell into the
chairs about small table at q down
town restaurant on one of those scorch-
ing hot days Of July, that broke the
record at the Signal Service Bureau and
put to shame the memory Of the oldest
inhabitant
'The same here" gasped the second.
I'm too limp even to read the bill of
fare"
Zone thing to eat seems about rs good
as another" growled the third, Grossly,
as he mopped the back OF his neck and
| moved his chair little, so as to get di-
rsctly under the big revolving fans that
threw the hot air in by warm waves all
about the room. "Give me what the
other fellow ordered, 80 long as it's
cold"
Thedarkey who waited on them seemed
about to speak. but checked himself and
approached the hole in the partition be-
hind which the cook presided. He gave
his three orders in low tone of voice,
90 II the furnace-like blast from the
range which came out Of the hole choked
him. But In second the cooks angry
voice was hoard saying: Three more
legs Of chicken! told you to say there
were no more legs. What's every body
wanting legs for to-day? Tell 'em there's
nothing but breast and wings left"
"Gemmen say they won't have the
white meat this weather." replied the
darkey, they say 1t makes 'em thirsty,
add they've drunk all they can carry
straight, already. trying to keep cool. I"
II can't help that" snapped the cook.
II can't cut more than two legs off one
chicken. Ask them do they want the
earth. Do they think fowls is cent?
pedes?"
The indignant reply Of the cook made
the three customers laugh, in spite Of
the heat. "Talkin of centipedes," said
one, reminds me of dish ate once in
Brazil. went away up the Amazon one
winter among the wretched Indians
there, buying up raw rubber Several of
US left the boat one day and made our
way into the dense forest to see If we
could shoot any toucans. We got lost in
short order and wandered about for a
day and night before we found the lit
tie creek in which our boat lay, and we
were only brought back then by some
Indians whom we met carrying rubber
to the river to sell. We met them Just
IS they were about to camp for the
night, and as they promised to show US
the way out Of the forest we camped
with them.
1--WE had some timed beef left and
some whisky, but as l had lived on
timed beef and fresh fish for some time
and was nightly tired of them both,
was looking about for change of diet
and was glad to see that the Indians
had some native food with them. This
consisted Of some sort Of grayish-white
paste, that looked like . mixture Of suet
and 'grits.' I asked them what it was,
but I could not understand what they
eaid, and our interpreter had gone off
for water. It did not taste at all bad,
and the flavor was unlike any thing
had ever eaten, 50 had swallowed a
bit of it about as big as your fist before
the interpreter returned and told me
that the dish was made of some sort of
dried root, pulverised and mixed with
the crushed body Of white ants.
II did not eat any more."-N. Y.
Tribune.