The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-06-17

ihuldle pldllS. AICer consulting my
stomach, l am of the opinion that
the first problem is that of break
| FAST
Yes. and unlike many castaways
Of history and of romance, we should
not have great difficulty in satisfying
our hunger" observed Mr.. Rockwell.
"Mr. Vincent, you are familiar
with our resources in the matter of
food" said Mr.. Morton. Suppose
you see what can be done in the way
of breakfast. ] imagine there is
plenty of cold stuff which will serve
for the present. Later we will or
ganize our forces and perhaps do
better.''
81 will help Mr.. Vincent" said Sid
ney Hammond. "You gentlemen re-
tire to the veranda and give us the
use Of the dining room and kitchen
for half an hour or so, and we prom
Use you will not starve."
While the others strolled down to
the landing where the "Sharll" once
rested, Sidney and Vincent took pos
session of the culinary part of the
bungalow. They soon found the ia
BILE linen, and Sidnsy arranged the
plates, knives, forks, spoons and
cruets, while Vincent was busy build
ing fire in the kitchen range. From
the cave Vincent produced two dozen
eggs, part of a large stock which
had been kept in the refrigerators
of the SHARK" and which were so
packed that they would remain fresh
for weeks. He brought up ham and
bacon and potatoes. There was also
dozen loaves of bread from the
stores of the yacht, and plenty of sea
biscuits. The coffee pot was soon
boiling, and its pleasing aroma filled
the kitchen. There was an unlimited
supply of condensed milk.
81 have always Dragged about be-
ing a good cook, and here is where
1 am put to the test" said Sidney,
as he sliced several loaves of bread
and prepared to make toast. Vim
cent remembered there was supply
of grapefruit and oranges.
''Serve both of Them" said Sidney.
"That means finger bowls. Have we
any finger bowls?"
Sure" answered Vincent, as he
made them ready.
In less than half an hour Sidney
stood in front of the bungalow and
rang a dinner bell which had been
found by the inquisitive Mr.. Vincent.
In the meantime Sidney stepped to
the rear of the building and pluclSed
a big bouquet of flowers, which now
adorned the table. A massive water
service, silver butter dishes, and an
imposing array of glass and china
were set off by the spotless linen
and flowers.
BE seated, gentlemen said Sid
ney.
This is magic said Mr.. Rockwell
IF your menu is as good as your
service, we are indeed fortunate"
All were surprised and delighted.
Sidney touched button and set two
electric fans in motion. They found
the grapefruit delicious, and Mr..
Kent declared that the oranges were
the best he ever had tasted. A few
minutes later L. Sylvester Vincent
entered with huge platter of
poached eggs, cooked to perfection
Sidney followed with crisp bits of
bacon and a generous installment of
broiled ham. Mr.. Morton clapped his
hands and proposed three cheers and
a vote of thanks for the cooks. They
were given with will. Then all fell
on the viands. But the cooks were
not yet through. They served French
fried potatoes and Saratoga chips,
vast piles of buttered toast, jars of
jam, and to crown all, Vincent
brought in the steaming coffee pot
and made the feast complete.
I'VE have no cream, but this con-
densed milk is not bad,' said Sid
ney.
make no excuses" said Mr.. Kent.
"You and Vincent are the kings of
chefs. Talk about your Waldorf-As-
toria! 1t isn't in it,"
The cooks joined in the break
fast, and it was a hungry and a
merry party. Mr.. Morton sat at the
head of the table and was in splen-
did humor.
you don't seem to be lost now,
Brother Pence" said Mr.. Kent, as he
helped that gentleman to another
portion of bacon and eggs. "You
certainly have found your Appetite p
"You let Pence alone" said Mr..
Morton. eve will make you cook
the next meal as punishment"
Perhaps you think 1 can't COOKE"
said Mr.. Kent, detiantly, You don't
| know what L can dol"
81 do" said Mr.. Haven. Pass the
sugar, please"
Mr.. Kent smiled in sardonic
manner at Mr.. Haven, and continued
by saying that when a young man
he had served as cook for six
months in Il western mining camp.
Breakfast over, they adjourned to
the veranda; Vincent volunteered to
clear the table and look after the
dishes. For an hour he was busy
man. He donned an apron and washed
and wiped the dishes, and stored
them away in the china closet. Dur
ing this operation he smoked a
large imported cigar. Every once