Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1910-01-21
CHAPTER XXI.
A Despoiled Wardrobe.

VA DON after sunrise MISS
IL Leslie was awakened by
1 the snap and dull crash OF
falling tree. She made hasty toilet
and ran out around the baobab. The
burned tree. eaten half through by the
fire, had been pushed over against the
cliff by Blake and Winthrope Both
had already climbed up and now STOOD
on the edge of the cliff.
Hello, Miss JENNY" shouted Blake.
We've got here at last. Want to
come up?"
Not now, thank YOU"
tits easy enough. But you're right.
Try your hand again at the outlets,
won't you? While they're frying we'll
get some eggs for dessert. How does
that strike you?"
I'VE have no way to cook them.
Roast EN- in the ashes. So long,!
Miss Leslie cooked breakfast over
the watchfire, for the other had been
scattered and stamped out by the men
when the tree fell. They came back
in good time, walking carefully, that
they might not break the eggs with
which their pockets bulged. Between
them, they had brought round dozen
and half. Blake promptly began
slowing all in the hot ashes, while
Winthrope related their little adven-
ture with unwonted enthusiasm.
You should have come with us,
Miss Genevieve, he began This time
of day it is glorious on the cliff top.
Though the rock is bare, there is fine
view"
Fine view of grub near the end
interpolated Blake.
LAS, yes; the birds you must take
a look at them, Miss Genevieve! The
sea end of the cliff is alive with them
hundreds and thousands, all hud-
died together and fighting for room.
They are sight, assure you! They're
plucky, too 1t was well we took
sticks with us. AS it was, one of the
gannets-boobies, Blake calls them
caught me a nasty nip when | went to
lift her off the nest"
Best way is to kick them Off" ex-
planned Blake. but the point is that
we've hoped over the starvation stile.
Understand? The whole blessed cliff
end is an omelette waiting for our pan.
Pass the leopardettcs, Miss Jenny
When the last bit of meat had disap-
poared, Blake raked the eggs from the
ashes and began TO crack them sol
EMMY shifting at each before he laid
it on its leaf platter Some were a
trife high" None, however, We're
| thrown away.
When it was all over, Winthrope
contemplated the scattered shells with
satisfied air.
do you know" he remarked, this
is the first time I've felt-er-re-
plerished since we found those cocoa
! nuts
''How about one of EN- now to top
| off on?" questioned Blake
Miss Leslie sighed Why did you
speak of them? 1 am still hungry
| enough to eat more eggs-a dozen
| that is, if we had a little salt and but
ter"
| And a silver cup and naplxins,"
added Blake about the salt, though,
wen have to get some before long,
! and some kind of vegetable food, 1t
won't do to keep up this whole meat
| menu"
! If only those little bamboo sprouts
were as good as they look-like a kind
of asparagusl" murmured Miss Leslie,
I've heard that the Chinese eat
them" said Winthrope.
They eat rats too commented
| Blake.
| I'VE might at least try them" per-
sisted Miss Leslie
How? Raw"
81 have heard papa tell of roasting
corn when he was boy"
That's SO; and roasting-ears are
better than boiled. Win, guess Wen
have sample of bamboo asparagus
! a la Les-lee!"
Winthrope took the penknife and
fetched a handful of young sprouts
from the bamboo thicket They were
heated over the Goals on a grill of
/ green branches and deyoured half
raw.
Say" mumbled Blake, as he rum
mated on the last shoot, we're getting
on some for this smell hole of coast