The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1930-02-21
Continuation of
CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE
Mother, mother! a lobster, Err
nest! look here, Franz! mind, he
will bite you! Where's Fritz" AL
came crowding round Jack and his
prize, wondering at its unusual
size, and Ernest wanted his moth
er to make lobster soup directly,
by adding it to what she was now
boiling.
She, however, begged to decline
making any such experiment, and
said she preferred cooking one
dish at a time. Having remarked
that the scene of Jacks adven-
ture afforded a convenient place
for getting my casks on shore, I
returned thfther and succeeded in
drawing them up on the beach,
where l set them on end, and for
the present left them.
On my return I resumed the
subject of Jacks lobster, and told
him he should have the offending
claw all to himself, when it was
ready to be eaten, congratulating
him on being the first to discoV-
er anything useful.
Gas to that said Ernest, Il
found something very good to eat,
as well as Jack, only I could not
get at them without wetting my
feet"
"Pooh!" cried Jack, 81 know
what he saw-nothing but some
nasty mussels; I saw them too.
Who wants to eat trash like that!
Lobster for mel"
81 believe them to be oysters,
not mussels," returned Ernest
calmly.
BE good enough, my philoso-
phical young friend, to fetch a
few specimens of these oysters in
time for our next meal" said I;
I'VE must all exert ourselves, Err
nest, for the common good, and
pray never let me hear you OBJ
ject to wetting your feet. See
how quickly the sun has dried
Jack and me-"
Il can bring some salt at the
same time" said Ernest, 81 re-
marked a good deal lying in the
crevices of the rocks; it tasted
very pure and good, and I con
cluded it was produced by the
evaporation of sea water in the
sun"
Extremely probable, learned
sir" cried 1; but if you had
brought a bagful of this good salt
instead of merely specializing so
profoundly on the subject, it
would have been more to the pur-
pose. Run and fetch some direct
ly."
1t proved to be salt sure enough
although so impure that it seem
ed useless, till my wife dissolved
and strained it, when it became
fit to put in the soup.
why not use the sea water It,
self?" asked Jack.
Because" said Ernest, ut is
not only salt, but bitter too. Just
try it."
NOW" said my wife, tasting
the soup with the stick which
she had been stirring it, dinner
is ready, but where can Fritz
be?" she continued a little anx-
iously. '
How are We to eat our soup
when he does Gomez" / asked;
I'VE have neither plates nor
spoons, and we can scarcely lift
the boiling pot to our mouths.
We are in as uncomfortable a po-
sition as was the fox to whom
the stork served up a dinner in
a jug with a long neck"
"Oh, for a few cocoanut Shells"
sighed Ernest.
"Oh, for half a dozen plates and
as many spoons!" rejoined I,
smiling.
Really though, oyster-shells
would do" said he, after a mo-
ment's thought.
"True, that is an idea worth
having! OFF with you, my boys;
get the oysters and clean out a
few shells. What though our
spoons have no handles, and we
do burn our fingers a little in
baling the soup out"
Jack was away and up to his
knees in the water, in a moment,
d~etaching the oysters. Ernest fol
lowed more leisurely, and still un-
wiling 70 wet his feet, stood by
tos margin Of the pool and gath
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