Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1924-01-25
The Dude
Wrangler
Caroline Lockhart
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
ELEVENTH INSTALLMENT
Continued from previous issue)
Copyright, Doubleday. Page & Co.

(Continueo from previous iSSue)
While the snow-water was melting
Wallie considered the manner in
which he should prepare the prairie
dogs. He presumed that it was too
much to expect that the cook book
would have anything to say on the
subject, but it surely would recognize
rabbit, and recipe suitable for one
would do for the other.
Wallie got out his cook book and
turned eagerly to the index. There
was no mention of rabbit. A thought
struck him-rabbit was hare and hare
was rabbit, wasn't it? If so, the cook
book would not admit it, for there
was no such word under the HIS.
He was disguised. What good was
such a cook book, he asked himself
as he turned the leaves in resent
ment He wished he could collect
the two-fifty he had paid for it. He
read aloud, sneeringly:
Caviar toast, garnished. Crab,
scalloped. in shell. Aspic in jelly.
Fondu of Cheese. Floating Island.
eringue Glaze, and Whipped
Cream"
The mere mention of the dishes
made his mouth water, while his an
ger against the dame who had COM
piled it mounted higher. He remote
ly contemplated writing to inquire of
the culinary oracle why she had ig-
nored hare and rabbit.
Continuing to scan the index, his
eye caught word which held posi-
bilities. Game! If rabbit was not
game, what was it?
All! Wallie looked at picture of a
rabbit lying on platter with it's legs
in the air and artistically decorated
with parsley until he felt more hungry
than ever. Then he read aloud with
gusto:
"Barbecued rabbit Casserole of
rabbit. Roast rabbit. Smothered rab-
bit Stewed rabbit"
He perused all the recipes careful
ly. After giving weighty considera-
ton to each, roast rabbit seemed to
make the strongest appeal to him. He
read the recipe aloud twice that he
might the better comprehend it.:
"Dress and wash the willy coureur
de bois, but leave the heads on in
cleaning them. Stuff the bodies with
a forcemeat of fat, salt pork, minced
onions, and fine bread crumbs we'll
seasoned with salt and pepper. Sew
them up with fine thread and lay
upon thin slices of pork, covering the
grating of the rooster. Lay all cup
ful of stock, and roast one hour. Re-
move the pork, then wash with but
ter and dredge with -four and brown.
Drain off the gravy, lay the bits
Of bacon about the rabbit in the dish;
thicken the gravy with Drowned flour.
Boil up, add tablespoonful of toma-
to catsup and a glass of claret, then
take from the fire."
Wallie reflected, as he sat with his
feet on the stove hearth overlooking
with ashes, that when it came to the
''forcemeat" he was there with the
since he had an accumula-
ton of ancient biscuits too hard to
eat. Also he had salt pork and on
ions. The butter, tomato catsup,
stock, claret he must dispense with.
After all, the prairie-dogs were the
main thing and he had them.
He congratulated himself that he
had decided to leave on the heads
when skinning them. The recipe SO
him that he decided to pre-
pare them before starting in with his
Obviously the first thing to do was
to thaw the onions, so he put them
in the oven, after which he went to
a box in the corner and selected a
few biscuit. Crumbs were crumbs, as
he viewed it, and, biscuit crumbs were
quite as good as bread crumbs for
his purpose.
There were certain marks on these
biscuit that were made Enthusiastically
by the teeth of mice and chipmunks,
but these traces he removed pains
takingly. AS he reduced the biscuit
to crumbs with hammer he recalled
that he had been awakened several
times by the sound of these pestifer-
Gus animals frisking in the box in the
corner. He did not allow his mind
to dwell upon this, however, lest it
prejudice him when it came to the
eating Of the "forcemeat."
Onions, he found, were not i'm
proved by freezing. Those he re-
moved from the oven were distinctly
PUPPY, but since they smelled like
onion and tasted like it, he mushed
them in with the biscuit crumbs, and
seasoned.
Then he crammed the prairie-dogs
with the mixture and looked for a
thread among his sewing articles.
Since he could find nothing but black
linen, Wallie threaded darning
needle and did a fancy feather"
stitch down the middle of each of
them.
This accomplished, he stood off and
viewed his handiwork with eminent
pride and satisfaction, though it &C.