"
Then followed instructions for making coffee in the morning, boiling
potatoes, frying bacon. Bread and butter enough they were to take with
them--eggs, too.
"You better come home for milk every day or every other day, at
least," remarked the mother.
"We'd ruther steal it from the cows in the pasture," ventured Sam,
"seems naturaler to me Injun blood."
"If I ketch ye foolin' round the cows or sp'ilin' them the fur'll
fly," growled Raften.
"Well, kin we hook apples and cherries?" and Sam added in explanation;
"they're no good to us unless they're hooked."
"Take all the fruit ye want."
"An' potatoes?"
"Yes."
"An' aigs?"
"Well, if ye don't take more'n ye need."
"An' cakes out of the pantry? Indians do that."
"No; howld on now. That is a good place to draw the line. How are ye
goin' to get yer staff down thayer? It's purty heavy. Ye see thayer
are yer beds an' pots an' pans, as well as food."
"We'll have to take a wagon to the swamp and then carry them on our
backs on the blazed trail," said Sam, and explained "our backs" by
pointing to Michel and Si at work in the yard.
"The road goes as far as the creek," suggested Yan; "let's make a raft
there an' take the lot in it down to the swimming-pond; that'd be real
Injun.
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