The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1918-02-27

something. Better eat Due. anu
you'll feel better"
He turned over the piece of meat on
the Goals while he spoke. Hazel saw
that 1t lay on two green sticks, like n
steak on n gridiron. II was quite
simple. hut she would never have
savory odors. Also. the warmth Of the
fire seemed good. But
I'D rather he home" she confessed.
"Sure, I guess you would-natu-
rally. I'll see that you get there.
though II won't he easy. It's no snap
to travel these woods In the dark. You
couldn't have been so far from the
Meadows. How did II come you didn't
yell once in a whileT"
81 didn't think 1t was necessary"
Hazel admitted. until 1t began to get
dark. And then didn't like to-"
He dug some utensils out Of his pack
layout-two plates. knife. fork and
spoons, and laid them by the fire. OPP
posite the meat pot of water bubbled.
Roaring Bill produced small tin
bucket. black with the smoke of many
an open fire. and a package. and make
coffee. Then he spread a canvas sheet,
and laid on that bread. butter, salt.
Jar of preserved fruit.
"How far is II to Cariboo Meadows?"
Hazel asked.
Bill looked up from his supper prep
arations.
you've got me-" he returned care
lessly. Probably four or five miles.
I'm not positive; I've been running In
circles myself this afternoon"
Good heavens ~ Hazel exclaimed.
But you know the wayT"
Like a book-in the daytime" he
replied. But night in the timber is
another story. as you've just been find
Ing out for yourself"
81 thought men accustomed to the
wilderness could always find their way
about, day or night" Hazel observed
tartly.
''They can-in stories" Bill an
swered dryly.
She had to be satisfied with his as
surnnce that he would see her TO Carl
boo Meadows. And. accepting the stu
alton with what philosophy she could
command, Hazel proceeded TO fall to
and soon discovered herself relishing
The food more than any meal she had
eaten for u long time. Hunger is the
king Of appetizers, and food cooked in
The open has a flavor of its own which
10 aproned chef can duplicate. Roar
ng Bill put half the piece Of meat on
her plate, sliced bread for her. and set
he butter handy. Also, he poured her
l cup of coffee. He had n small sack
Of sugar. and his pack boxes yielded
condensed milk.
what sort of meat is that?' Hazel
asked after few minutes of silence.
1t was finegrained and Of rich fla
vor strange to her mouth. She liked
1t but il was neither beef. pork nor
mutton, nor any meat she knew.
"venison. Didn't you ever eat any
before?' he smiled.
"Never tasted it," she answered.
"Isn't 1t nice? No. I've read of hunters
cooking venison over an open fire. but
this Is my first taste. Indeed, I've
never seen a real camp fire before"
"Lord-what lot you've missed ~
There was real pity in his tone. 81
killed that deer today. Have some
more coffee"
He refilled her tin cup, and devoted
himself to his food. Before long they
had satisfied their hunger. Bill laid
few dry sticks on the fire. The flames
laid hold of them and shot up in bright,
wavering tongues. 1t seemed to Hazel
that she had stepped utterly out of her
world Coriboo Meadotvs the school
house and her classes seemed remote.
She found herself wishing she were
man. SO that she could fare into the