The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1902-06-19

lids and below the Goals which had spent
; themselves and heaped on fresh. live ones
from the oak and beech sticks. The water
in the coffee-pOt was very slowly ap-
preaching the boiling point.
Gid's eyes followed Kramer's every
movement, and the cooking seemed aggra-
vatingy slow, but the rest of the boys
slept on.
Kramer went out on the bank to get
another load of wood. They're just cook
ing awful nice, Kramer" Gid greeted him
on his return, shifting lickerishly the first
fra GRANGE rising from the baking bread
and roasting meat. "'Twon't be long now
till they're done, will it!'
Not great WHILE" Kramer answered,
raking away the dying Goals and replac-
ing them with hotter ones. But don't
make noise and wake the boys yet Let
them have all the sleep they can get. They
need it, poor fellows
The aroma of baking bread rose under
the increased heat, and pervaded the
room.
Great Scott, that smells good" ex-
claimed 81, awakening and rubbing his
eyes. Smells good enough to be Otter
bein Kramer's bread. if he was only here.
wonder where in the world he is?'
1T is Otterbein Kramer's bread, and
he's here responded Kramer proudly,
rising up from his work over the fire and
saluting. "And I'm awful glad to be here,
too, l can tell you"
Were just as glad to have you with
us again. We were terribly afraid we'd
lost you," cordially responded ST, as Kra
mer turned TO lift the lid off the oven and
see how the pig was browning.
Great Jehosephat, am | awake or am
dreaming?" gasped Shorty, sitting bolt
upright, as the seductive fragrance reach
I I, lrn,
want nobody to wake me till I've ct all /
want and am wiping my mouth"
ITS no dream, Shorty" laughed 81.
THAT ottar of roses which you smell is a
sign that Otterbein Kramer has caught
up with us. Get up and come out with
me TO wash your face and get ready for
the feast"
Otterbein Kramer lifted the lid off the
turkey oven, and an even more savory
aroma arose.
Gracious, have we got home" ex
claimed Monty and Harry. waking at
once, but Tom and Abe snored on.
Otterbein Kramer arranged the Goals to
graduate the heat in the ovens and bring
about just the right tint of browning
without scorching, and began frying some
pork.
wake up. Tom" said Abe. punching
him in the ribs. 'Reveilles sounded. Hist
yourself"
Pete and Sandy lay like logs, until
Kramer finished his frying and threw
some handfuls of coffee into the boiling
kettle.
Sandy would have had TO be pretty near
dead if he did not respond to the per-
vasiye, stimulating fragrance of boiling
coffee. He kicked Pete at once, and said:
Get up and wash, you sleepy little
grounding. Don't you smell breakfast?"
"Who're you calling groundhog?"
grumbled Pete, kicking back. I'm no
more grounding than you are. you drat-
ted porcupine. Lee me alone till I've had
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The appetizing aroma now struck Pete's
awakened senses with full force, and he
threw the blankets over Sandy, as he
leaped to his feet.
.Kramer. we'll never lose You again."
gratefully remarked 81, with the ham of
the pig in his hand, though | believe
there's more JOY in one cook who comes
back to you than in 80 who stay right
along Wen never run such a risk again"
Behold. who hath good cook" echoed
Shorty, with his mouth full of luscious
roast pork. and remembering a fragment
of the Chaplan's last sermon. "He is
more precious than rubies; yea than fine
gold"
"Yon men stop -parcdying the Bible"
said Kramer Indignantly, '.or Ill never
cook another mouthful for YOU"
Il like this" snorted Wash Lambert.
bursting upon the midst of the feast with
Il torrent of oaths. Getting off by your
selves and stufing till you burst with all
the good things of South Carolina. and
never saying word or SO much as throw
ing bone 10 your starving comrades near
by. who have STUDDED of ;hcir legs to
their knees marching TO snve you from
being gobbled up. You 1njiannians are
seifsher than buck ehipmunk, who
wants all the nuts in the woods for him
SELF"