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Show 37. Weasel. Tiny and Lunch Mouth xrere the biggest panners of the six of them, except maybe for Sunny. Sunny and his Dad alxretys xrorked together and brought in a common pan. Everyone expected Weasel to s t a r t for his bed r o l l. Weasel just sat-didn't say a xrord. Tiny stomped into the lean-to and started throxring his clothes onto his bed r o l l. Bill said, "Olaf, if you'll hitch up the -wagon, they can haul t h e i r grub and bedrolls over, and I ' l l bring the x^iagon back vAicn I hunt in the morning." I t didn't take long for Tiny and Lunch Mouth to get t h e i r bed r o l l s and clothes together. Nox* the dividing up of the food began. This xias as valuable as gold this time of the year. Txrenty-five pound flour sacks were brought out of the pantry f i r s t and counted out-the l a s t sack x^eighed and divided. They a l l knex* Bill xcts a fair man, but they figured the amounts along xrith him. Then came beans, coffee, cans of lard and honey jugs. No one said anything xmen Bill didn't count the baby in the coffee division-that vjas as i t should be. The dried deer jerkey, Bill weighed out l a s t. Lunch Mouth looked disgustingly a t Weasel but said nothing. He'd brought Weasel to the cabin this f a l l saying, "Bill, t h i s is Weasel. He's a good man in a mine and a fast screener. He'd like to winter xfith us." Bill had nodded saying only," No gamblin' inside the |