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Show 186. "We brought you some of our grub. All of Washoe was in such a bad way for food, we've distributed our supplies and will wait for the wagon train to resupply." "That's mighty good of you. Will you come in? We'll celebrate by barbecuing a> bear hind-quarter." Lunch Mouth said, "Let's sit out here, Bill, and we'll soak up this sun." Bill put the sack on the table and started carrying camp stools out and linning them up along the sunny side of the shack. Bill went to the spring and dipped up a bucket of fresh water and put that on the outdoor wash stand, and brought out some tin cups. All the time in the back of Bill's mind was that brown paper sack he'd left in the cabin. He went in now and opened it up. His fingers trembled, and he didn't know whether it was weakness from his recent illness or just the excitement of finally getting his hands on some food he hadn't worried; weighed and worked over for seven months. First he pulled out about a five-inch slab of bacon, then a sack of dried corn; his fingers closed around something in the bottom of the sack that he'd longed for until he'd seen rows of them in his dreams-a lemon! There were three of them. There were also dried apricots and a small bottle of strawberry Jam. Bill went out again. "Thanks for the grub! The lemons are a god-send. The baby needs them for his skin. Lunch nouttican you help me with the meat. Hold it now while I cut |
