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Show 96. sheeplshy a t B i l l . "You're a good cook. Never could get quite the t a s t e or brown on mine." Lunch Mouth a t e the biscuits and then said. "Fact i s, B i l l , I cooked up the l a s t of our flour yesterday." Bill passed him the biscuits again. "Took a l l my screenings to buy twenty-five pounds here tonight. I t ' s $73.00 a sack. We've not done so well at the Dream mine. The rich streak L i t t l e B i l l ' s parents res working played out." Bill said, "That's been the story of the Dream Mine, rich diggings and then pinching out. Our stream covers such a large t e r r i t o r y that, although i t pays only moderate, it has always been steady-that is when the men in the shack could screen-but the weather's been so bad our takes have been small too." "I'm s t a r t i n g the New Year on my oxm-bunking in here now." Lunch Mouth wandered away, and Bill t r i e d to figure out the s i t u a t i o n the beginning of the year found the camp facing. Now i t was natural that old Jake would jack up the price when he could and Lunch Mouth a t e as much as two men, and Tiny, when he wasn't drinking, was a big eater. They probably hadn't done much hunting, and even if they had, no one could out-hunt Olaf. S t i l l flour so high this early was a sobering fact. |